Hiding in the woods....

I have been told that all good things must come to an end, and so, with that being said, today marks the end of a much too short vacation.

Hubsters and I decided to vacation from everything for a while - work, household chores, dogs, chickens. It has been a much needed relief. I know by tomorrow morning, not long into the day, it will feel like we never even had a vacation. So goes the circle of the American Dream...

We went to the mountains not far from home and cooped up in this little gem. Just us, food, wine, hiking boots, and our instruments. No schedule. No alarm clock. Barely a thought. Freedom from the day to day responsibilities.

It was bliss....

We hiked familiar trails under a beautiful fall sky with nothing but the sound of the fallen leaves crunching noisily beneath our feet. We took photographs of leaves and lichen, trees and rocks. We studied the bark and shapes of different trees. We lost ourselves in the heady scent of fall.

It was bliss....

We warmed our chilled bodies by the light of the fire and filled our noses and mouths with the sensual taste of grapes aged in oak barrels. We'd stand outside under the stars in the cold, frosty night then run inside to warm ourselves and refill our glasses.

It was bliss....

We played our wood and wire making sweet music long into the evening hours. We danced and laughed and laughed and danced then made music again. The resonation made from our instruments have left an impression within the walls and a story to tell to those who wish to listen. Shhh.... I hear a fiddle and laughter.

It was bliss....

I can't think of a better way to spend an anniversary.

Tá sé a ghra mo chroí

Is tú mo ghrá