Charlescote. A 300-acre working farm that dates back to Sherborn's earliest roots.
I've shared this farm with you in the past ... where we get our eggs, feel inspired and simply enjoy the view ... every single day. I cannot tell you how many times a day I drive past this farm.
But no matter how many times, I have to say I never pass without a little inner sigh of joy at the beauty of it all.
Charlescote Farm. The Farm at the side of the Charles River.
Forget the history ... the farm I have featured many times. Because it is beautiful.
A couple of weeks ago the sweet family who own and run this Farm invited us lucky neighbors over for an afternoon gathering.
We also get Cow Bones for our dogs here. The "Lady" of the Farm calls me when she has new ones and leaves them in her freezer for me (well, for me to pick up for the dogs!).
I have to limit the dogs intake of these bones ... but boy do they love the treat!
Murphy Buries the treasure.
Byron licks, considers, then walks away.
I have never seen such a vast garden before. Well, I have at Giverny, the Rodin in Paris and other Museum like settings.
But this is Real. Enjoyed and worked by a real family who LIVE this farm life.
We met a wonderful older woman wandering in the gardens and Don and I stopped to discuss the plight of our rhododendrons from the Deer this past winter.
She told us about her new Deer Fence. And the "rapturous" new gate she was having put in.
I have met so many wonderful people living here ... but this woman, who I met and chatted with for all of five minutes inspired me. She was fabulously old school New England.
And I was smitten.
And the Lady of the Farm. She's my idol. Never have I met a woman full of such spirit and grace and beauty.
New England Summers are short. And to witness this much effort into enjoying the short life span was the most uplifting thing I have seen in quite some time.
Enjoy the moment. Give it your All. The Moment is Important!
Making the World a more Beautiful Place. One Room at a Time.