My most striking impression of Tennessee is the beauty and diversity of its trees. There are so many different kinds growing, as the old saying goes, cheek-by-jowl, each with its own colors and textures, that it's just amazing that the soil can support them. And in between the trees are the shrubs and bushes and vines. I'll have to post some photos to contrast with the comparatively stark landscape of my California canyon with its golden grass and occasional dark oaks hugging the ground and with tall sycamores along dry creek beds. Landscape that I love with all my heart. I just found that there's room for Tennessee mountains, too. More later.