Farm Christmas

You had me at "Farm".  And "Christmas".  And throw in some white pine garland and a big bright bow and I'm done.  Just done.

I had the best Christmases growing up.  Family everywhere, of course, but since 7th Grade and well into my grown-up-I'm-a-mama years spent on a beautiful Eastern Shore gentleman's farm at the gracious invitation of the homeowners.  Extraordinary.

Christmas on a farm speaks so quietly to you, and all you have to do is listen.  The Christmas spirit is everywhere -- the farm animals, the wild animals, and the trees and the winds and the cold crisp air and the winter waters of the Chesapeake Bay and the endless bright sparkly crystal stars in the deep dark blue nighttime sky.  He is born in the beautiful silent night.

I think I'll dig up some photos of this amazing place of so many of my Christmas memories and draw a few.  But now, please enjoy these of Snow Hill's Castle Farm -- another beautiful Eastern Shore treasure full of gorgeous horses and the biggest most perfect wedding tent you ever did see.

Merry & Happy Christmas, y'all!