Huddleston Farm House
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I had such a marvelous time helping to prepare and then consume this 1840's menu. Here is a picture of some of our dinner. Wonderful food and ambience!
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I had such a marvelous time helping to prepare and then consume this 1840's menu. Here is a picture of some of our dinner. Wonderful food and ambience!
I welcomed a new Labrador into my family, a black puppy named Gabriel, a gift my brother had arranged for me before his death. This little guy is very funny and brings a lighter heart back to me. Thanks Christopher.
Imagination knows something that logic forgets. To access it requires a kind of faith.
Like knowing what is timeless by what is timed.
Like trying to boil the ocean.
Like things that come with rain at dusk.
Like trying to smother a yawn.
Like being in the presence of the unctuous.
Like hearing a whisper.
Like the cool umbrella of clouds.
Jane Kenyon writes: “We cannot afford to ignore our inner lives, our imaginations, for when we do, we become capable of extreme cruelty and destruction.”
Accepting the Nobel Prize, Ms. Wislawa Szymborska said, “Inspiration is not the exclusive privilege of poets and artists generally. There is, has been, and will always be a certain group of people whom inspiration visits. It’s made up of those who’ve consciously chosen their calling and do their job with love and imagination. It may include doctors, teachers, gardeners – and I could list a hundred more professions. Their work becomes one continuous adventure as they manage to keep discovering new challenges in it. Difficulties and setbacks never quell their curiosity. A swarm of new questions emerges from every problem they solve. Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous I don’t know.”