We spent six days at the Porches, working in the mornings (we were the only guests until the end, and I was able to enforce a "no talking" rule during that time), then at about three we'd knock off and head out for long walks 'n' talks.
It was perfect.
I wrote some haiku while I was there. Here are a few:
James River, dusk falls—
I sit: squeak of wicker, burr
of insect voices.
Only to breathe,
as raindrops nudge the world alive.
Old house creaks to life
fog shrouds the river bottom
monarch teeters by.
ruby-throats have fled
stink beetles repose, feet up:
first day of autumn
And here are some photos. I'd love to go back.
|Second-floor porch (photo by Donna Migliaccio)|
|Second-floor bathroom: I loved the floor|
|The garden is full of lovely little details|
|An old lamp in the downstairs sitting room|
|Little lanterns to make evening time sparkle|
|Fabulous little knickknacks everywhere|
|A country road|
|The James River: The Porches is the house farthest on the right|