Would it be okay if I shared a little about our visit to Ohio for our anniversary a few weeks ago? We spent a night at THE ORCHARD HOUSE in Granville, Ohio, a Bed & Breakfast about a half hour from The Longaberger Homestead.
There was great significance in choosing this room for me. One of my favorite authors is Henry David Thoreau! Obviously, my husband put a great deal of thought into this trip. It was perfect!
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion. —Henry David Thoreau, Walden, “Where I Lived, and What I Lived For”
He was not only a philosopher and poet, but he also embraced a sort of civil disobedience and there’s something about that… well, it appeals to me.
Driving from Kansas to Ohio was in itself an accomplishment. We were weary from travel and ready to move around. Sitting in one spot except for the occasional potty break at the truck stop makes my old bones stiff and sore.
As we drove up to The Orchard House, I could not help but notice the long, narrow drive leading up to the house. I think the last time I saw a driveway like that was in the movie “The Bridges of Madison County”. I knew this would be a very romantic evening from that moment.
There are twelve acres, most of it wide open spaces, perfect for walking and talking – and holding hands. On the back of the property are farm animals to see. We found goats, chickens and one sheep with a ton of wool and very long horns. There was also an alpaca with the funniest little smile.
We meandered toward the front yard and discovered an apple tree. I guess that’s why it’s called The Orchard House. The apples were green and not fit to eat, but I did find a horse in a field across the driveway who seemed interested in eating it. Somehow I get the impression I’m not the first person who has fed him an apple. It’s as though he was just standing there waiting for the notion to occur to me.
As the sun was setting in Ohio, we sat in comfy wooden chairs in the front yard. It’s strange, the house was full, yet it was as though we were the only people there! It was so quiet – all I could hear was the sound of locusts. That’s not something I’ve had memory of hearing since I was a kid.
I felt as though we were being a bit Thoreau-like in our journey. Our hearts and minds were open to every new sighting. Maybe we were just so grateful to finally be outside instead of stuck in the truck – traveling.
This world is but a canvas to our imagination. – Henry David Thoreau
Inside the house there were all sorts of good things waiting for us. In the dining room there was a glass footed cake plate with a lid, filled with slices of homemade banana bread! There were little conversation spots throughout the house where we could sit and watch TV or just talk.
The atmosphere invited us to relax and breathe. To be honest, shortly after the sun set, it invited us to crash and sleep! But isn’t that what we need to do after driving so far?
I enjoyed looking at the lovely antiques and soaking in the sense of calm around me. I packed my laptop and took it to the room, but to be honest, if I would have taken it out it would have ruined the vibe – so it stayed packed up!
Breakfast was amazing! Every Bed & Breakfast has their own specialty, and the special recipe at The Orchard House is Sweet Potato Hash. It is sautéed onion, red bell pepper and diced sweet potato (skin on), with African spice. It is so addictive and very healthy! We have made this recipe for breakfast, lunch and sometimes supper so many times since we’ve been back home. Along with the hash we were given a farm-fresh fried egg and thick-sliced bacon. Ah… it was so good!
I’m reading Walden again… it’s better than ever now that I’ve been to The Orchard House. 🙂
A MEMO, that’s all it is. It’s just a reminder to all that we are on one side of the proverbial fence or the other. There are no such things as shoats or geep. You’re either on the Right side (a sheep) or on the Left side (a goat). There is no in-between in the eternal realm. If you are trying to ride the fence, doesn’t it get tiring trying to keep your balance? Trying to convey one sent of standards around your “Christian” peeps while you convey a completely different set of standards (or lack thereof) with your earthly peeps?
You know God knows everything, right? He sees what you do, when you do it and with whom you do it. I’m not here to preach, just to remind.
I wasn’t even going to use this poem, but today we tried out a new pizza place here in Wichita and the most interesting “music” was playing. The lyrics were “Sheep go to heaven, goats go to hell.” Did I need a more clear sign from God that this poem needed to be used??? Um… NO!
The dining experience began with the really awful music and ended with me asking for a to-go cup for my soda. I asked and the girl behind the counter (whose nose stud I could not stop looking at) informed me that she would have to charge me 53 cents for a regular sized Styrofoam cup. I gave her my best “You have GOT to be kidding me” look. She gave me her “Look lady, I don’t make the rules around here, I just enforce them” look. In a matter of seconds she said, “I can give you a SMALL cup.” I said, “Thank you.”
We won’t be going back.
A memo… a reminder… pick a side and believe with all your heart, soul, mind and strength. It’s my prayer that you are on the RIGHT. God wins! ❤