This house/shoppe I spotted from the roadside reminded me of one of the first places I ever lived ~ a gothic white Victorian farmhouse in the same mountain setting, but despite its outward grandeur, cost around $75 a month (in the 1970's) and had no modern amenities... Pots of water had to be heated to fill the tub for baths, and as a baby/toddler I slept in the attic with the "black birds", which I later learned were bats.
This building became even more beautiful upon closer inspection... There were panels of glass missing from some of the windows, which added to its Autumnal charm ~ leading to visions of gauzy curtains blowing aloft in rooms filled with chill breezes:
Follow the shining pumpkins to find your way down to the river...
Spotted on the Flowering Bridge... the premature burial of a pumpkin.
An icy river to wash away that which needs to be released...
Apple Cider doughnuts, fresh from a farm ~ a warm & welcome treat after a breakfast-less morning precursed by a restless night. Being so very grateful for the simple beauty and comforting atmosphere of this newfound farm, I bought what might be considered an embarrassment of their baked goods and steaming cider. I unabashedly tried samples of everything they offered, and ended up buying full-sized versions of them all! (O.K. the samples were of just three items, but still ;)) Apparently, the farm closes to the public from late October 'til Summer, so I caught them in the nick of time. It's a pity knowing they can't be visited again soon, but I appreciate this in a world where so much is expected to be available at our instant beck and call. That's not how much of the world works in its natural state of growing seasons/dormant times, and sometimes it's best to respect these rhythms of life, wait 'til the wheel turns, and appreciate and remain open to the variety of what we're given in between.
Sending love to all ~ on either side of the veil of life.
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