A Little Slice of Provence

I mentioned last weekend that I'd be heading out to the 3rd class in the 4-part series on organic gardening I'm taking at Red Wing Farm. What a delight it is to visit Beth and Christopher's place. I always feel like I've been transported to the south of France, where most meals are taken outdoors, trees sway languidly in gentle breezes, everything grows in such lush abundance that it's almost scandalous, and wildlife abounds.

Idyllic hardly even begins to capture the essence of the place. It's transportive. Otherworldly. Bucolic beyond belief. In short, I love it and I adore Beth and Christopher and will gladly find any and every excuse to traipse through their gardens, gaze at their yurt/dome (known as a "yome"), sit aside their former-horse-barn-converted-into-a-home, and learn how it is that they've cultivated their sage and seasoned gardening prowess. I'd encourage you to do the same, should you find yourself in this corner of the world.

*To see more from our visit to Red Wing, take a peek here.

**Sorry for the brief interlude in posts. We got some potentially scary news from test results on "nugget" last week. I've been mentally pre-occupied like you wouldn't believe. A trip to Charlotte this past Tuesday for a round of additional tests confirmed yesterday that nugget is healthy and growing up splendidly. It also informed us that our squirmer is a boy! Bring the ruckus, little man! We're ready to rumble!