Black Fences

We have a new getaway place. Getaway is a misnomer. It's only minutes from our home yet seems somehow worlds away. It's a new adventure. Adrian will have a "home office" there, and we will have a place to go on week-ends. I haven't seen him so excited about anything in a while. He senses......I don't know....something.

Black fences line the roads leading in. Black fences surround stables and pasture land. Black fences show the way.

I have a strangely good feeling about this house and about times we are to spend there. The children are already excited, and we have yet to spend a night. There aren't beds or couches or comfy chairs or tables.... yet. But there is a feeling. In these bones of a home, I already see visions of sumptuous steaks grilling, of evening glasses of wine on the Charleston balconies, of bike rides and horse rides, of long walks and runs. I see kayaks. I see big and late breakfasts and treks along the river. I eventually see a pool.

I know I will read there. I hope I will be inspired to write there. I believe I will truly rest there. I will anticipate Fridays and a drive along black fences to a different world, a world where the streets are named Serendipity and Tranquility and Sanctuary.


Far from a fancy house....neither huge nor assuming, it's rather a cottage, comfortable and homey. We will fill it with pictures. We will fill it with books. We will fill it with memories. I already know the black fences are leading us somewhere special.