Home Away From Home
Oh, friends. The fun we three Englishes have had these past few days. I’m kind of overwhelmed when I think about everything in total. Boston, Vermont, New Hampshire, Maine, maple syrup sugaring, a lovely country Inn, a private pizza-making class at King Arthur Flour, chocolate excursions, snow. So. Much. Snow. And so much fun, especially once we turned our compass further north and set out for the Soule-stead on Monday.
Here’s a sampling of the goodness we found there:
*Five children for Huxley to play with, all day long.
*A proper Maine snowstorm, with somewhere between 10-14 inches. Yeehaw!
*Sleds! Skis! Snow boots! Snow plows! This family grabs winter by the horns.
*Mama Amanda’s Mac & Cheese, riddled with bacon and broccoli, a holy union if there ever was one.
*Salted chocolate cookies, warm from the oven.
*Children eager to help, whether it was to set the table, read to their siblings, or initiate dance parties.
*Evening cocktails (including one swoon worthy number with St. Germaine, Gin, and white wine).
*Mornings of granola, fruit, yogurt, hot coffee, and sausage.
*Belly-warming meals (chicken with rosemary & olives, rice, roasted beets, and kale/apple salad one night, and roast with honey gravy, roasted carrots and mashed potatoes the next, using their own home-raised meat).
*Giggles. So many giggles.
*Watching the spinning wheel spin.
*Pigs and sheep and chickens, thriving in the winter wonderland.
*Abundant doodling and drawing and story-crafting.
*Music. Always music.
*Mama-to-Mama and Papa-to-Papa chats (so lovely my eyes well now recalling it all).
Those Soules, they’re a special lot. We always feel right at home when we’re there. For this Cancerian, who loves to bustle about her own place, it’s such magic to find kindred souls to the north, welcoming us with open arms and hearts full of gladness and joy.