A Very Special Place ~ Raven Hill Farm
Where do I begin…I love this place. But even more importantly, I love the people who built, cherish, protect and live here.
I could stop there but I won’t. Here is where my daughters had their first lesson on which mushrooms are fine to eat, and which ones are not. Here is where I took one of my favorite photographs of my oldest looking so happy and relaxed leaning against the wood shed. Here is where I roam the land with my sister talking about things of the heart, and am then blessed to have my brother-in-law recount the plot of his newest novel while its still in the editing phase. Here I eat, cooked by a loved one, some of the most delicious food of my life. This past morning, my sister and I sat in our nighties by the cook stove while my brother-in-law made a frittata with eggs laid by “the girls” and freshly picked greens, onion and garlic picked about 5 minutes before it went in the frying pan. I savored every bite.
I have to admit..this place is romantic to me. Gorgeous gardens of flowers and vegetables, fields of wildflowers and deer, and an old house that feels more like a cozy bear’s den. The only time, it was not so romantic was when I visited during a cold snap of below zero weather and had to make my way to the outhouse a little after midnight. But in retrospect, that was even a little romantic too.
My sister and brother-in-law are the keepers of this land. It feels like a sacred, special place to me, and I am blessed to be welcomed here with open arms. But just one thing…don’t ask me how to get there, I will not tell!
Until next time…Enjoy your day tomorrow. It only comes once in a Blue Moon!
Lots of love,