A Perfect Day One

I considered yesterday the first official day of my three-week sabbatical. And what better way to sound the trumpet than a day trip to Serenbe to visit Ali. Her home is nestled in this little village of easy conversations, doors left wide open with no fear, pies cooling on windowsills, Opie skipping rocks on a still stream . . . I told Ali I don't know how she gets any work done; there's too much "nothing" to keep oneself busy and happy all day long. Her home — spectacular as I knew it would be:

And Serenbe is charming, downright cute: