Rolling Hills, Tents, and Smoked Pork

I count my blessings every day, and the amazing people around me are one of those blessings that I never overlook. Two of those people are Gill and Tyler, newly weds both with hearts of gold. When Gill’s parents went out of town for the summer, they invited us up to their farm to stay the night. We were served pulled pork tacos, grilled Mexican street corn, and a healthy dose of fresh July air. Even though, I consider myself a city girl, there is nothing that brings my heart more joy than a night out in the country.

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