Their place is in the country, where the Amish folk dwell. We followed these people, knowing they would lead us in the right direction.
Once we got there, we were giddy with the realization that we had pulled this off. Just an hour ago, I was looking through the fridge, looking for something halfway edible to make for dinner. Now, we're in the midst of a full-fledged dinner party in the making.
Everyone gathered in the kitchen to finalize their epicurian delights. We brought a bagette and wine (it was last minute plus we have kids - don't judge us), so we were off the hook, unlike those other poor fools who had to braise, chop, slice and broil.
The hosts are artists who remodeled an old farmhouse and adjoining building into an art resort. Their personality and talent is injected into every piece of furniture and every stroke of paint.
When we felt guilty about watching everyne slave over the stove, Laura and I decided to have a little fun in the shower.
|Photo from ArtFarm.shutterfly.com|
The food was fantasic. Photos cannot do it justice, plus, my camera ran out of juice right in the middle of dinner. Nonetheless, here's a sampling:
Their work, their life, is their art. They are creating their own existence. I have tremendous respect for this self-sufficiency. It seems natural and idyllic to be able to so effortlessly merge what you do with who you are.
Just being on their turf reminded me how generous the universe is when you are open to its abundance. It reminded me of simple pleasures, like the beauty of flickering candle light and the pink of dusk.
"Creating their own Existence" I like that, no wait, I LUUURRVVE that. That is love (alot) Southern style. I might have to use that in a future post. If that is all good with you.ReplyDelete
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