Mt Vernon, Virginia ...

When I have the opportunity to tour beautiful estates, I always imagine being invited to dinner.

I slowly walk along, breathing in the air, listening to the sounds and imagining the conversation that I would have as a guest in the house.

 

 I would tell them how lovely their dogwood tree is and that I have a pink one that I just love.

And, I would comment on that lovely contrast of nature and architectural structures. 

And, of course I would comment on how lucky they are to live on a lake. I did too as I was growing up and still feel the pull on my spirit.

 

 The conversation would be warm and easy as we wander thru the sections of their property where  their food is grown. I would comment on how fortunate they are to be able to have grow their own foods.

We continue our walk at  an easy pace, breathing in the peacefulness, the wholeness.  My mind is filled with thoughts.

It must be a pleasure to work here .... but, my question is .... how do you do all this and your job too?

 

 

Walking back to the house, I feel the old and the new and my brain keeps trying to stay in the old.

Your house is lovely I say. And your rolling grounds are oh so beautiful.

Dinner, time together, conversations,  laughter .. it was all so perfect!












And, then I say good-bye to my host and hostess. George and Martha Washington, it was a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for sharing your home with me. 

Rest peacefully.And ... thank you.