Where shall I begin- the sacred one hundred year old oak trees drapped with resurection ferns? The fainting goats? The ducklings? The lush silence of breathing in the pure air? Maybe the actual lodging where I wanted for nothing. Richly designed and decorated for comfort. We baked cookies for a reunion we were attending and everything we needed minus the ingredients were here in the delightfully supplied kitchen. I took my morning medatation and tea beneath the jasmine vines on the patio with the blue jays and kitty-rinsing away the stress of the world.

Do visit Fairhope Farm and try the hand made goat soap. Mmmmmmm luxery

Regretably I have no photos for I was completely emerged in the present moment of utter peace, and the restoration of serenity.

Thank you. Frances, you have created a temple here.