There's nothing like being home when you're sick. Although there may be things to do and things left undone, home is a cure, a treatment, and a comfort all in one dose. Since I'm on three medications this morning and unable to keep hold of many coherent thoughts, I thought I'd simply share a few of my favorite sights from a very comfortable weekend.
Above, a country bouquet and a favorite old painting on an antique radio cabinet in the Freeman House Library. Outside it was storming... one of those summer lightning storms that sends you deeper into the couch and further into your book.
A quiet, still morning in the Irvin Room, where a reclaimed old mantle has been handpicked to adorn the soon-to-be-restored wood fireplace. The Irvin Room is my bedroom for now, but will eventually be one of the rooms available to rent here at Freeman House. Featuring a garden-view sitting room (above the sky-and-sea-blue hydrangeas planted by Ms. Freeman herself) and, of course, a fireplace opposite the bed, I have no doubt it will be the most popular. I love to curl up here and re-read the bundle of old love letters found in the walls of the house.
A morning garden plate. Despite the gardener's neglect, the green patch manages to turn out tomatoes, purple hull and cream peas, pumpkins, okra, squash, potatoes, green beans and herbs on a daily basis. The corn did rather poorly and will be stirred into a Cheddar Corn Chowder tonight.
Peas and magazines. With an ever-loyal and adorable chocolate-colored puppy at my feet.
More of Ms. Freeman's hydrangeas and a tile-etched sign for the property. Freeman House. Since 1896, this place is medicine for the soul and a quiet haven of rest for weary girls: Mrs. Connor, Mrs. Irvin, a series of women tenants, Ms. Freeman, and now me. Cure, treat and comfort: that's what these halls are....
I'd like to stay and chat, but cranberry apple tea and a book in the library is calling. I'll return when I feel a bit better. Enjoy the new week. -Brin