Last week I hopped a plane to Virginia to spend five days with my friends Adrien and Jill at Jill's farm in rural Virginia. Jill and her boyfriend have spent the past year farming (Perry Hill Produce) a small plot of land on the 180 acre Perry Hill estate in Buckingham while living in a cottage on the grounds. We spent most of our time cooking, reminiscing, driving along back country roads, and eating good meals. I took a few photos with my camera before the battery died, then finished off the trip with iPhone photos.
At night Adrien and I crashed in a cozy loft in the cottage.
View from the loft. A wood burning stove kept us cozy at night.
shop and Josh building a peg board storage cabinet for his tools.
The weather is frigid (-8 tonight, ouch!), so a lot of time was spent stoking the stove, plowing and sanding the driveway, doubling up on socks, and sticking my hands in Fern's armpits to defrost my fingers :) She appears to be completely unfazed by the weather. I've never seen so much as one tiny shiver out of her as she sits stoically on the deck in subzero temps surveying the yard. As I snuggle with my girl, I can't help but wonder about those sweet hunting dogs and how they are doing. Perhaps working with an animal rescue group that saves dogs from the south is something I should look into. Can't seem to get those abused pups out of my mind. Are any of you involved in animal rescue? I would be interested to hear your experiences.