time it was

How lucky are we?
Maybe it isn't luck...
K and I were treated to a weekend away. It was the kindest gesture. A luxurious gift.
It was extraordinary.



We arrived at the hotel in the afternoon.
We were greeted at the car and our things were taken upstairs and we were brought through the building to the lawn - to sit and enjoy the view and champagne.
It was breathtaking.
We relaxed.
We relaxed for the first time in an awfully long time - not even mornings at the beach provide such a respite from daily trials.
Far, but not too far from home, the boys were well and happy while we were gone.
K got a call in the car and was booked for work for the following week.
I felt fine!

hall

Our room was just up the stairs, spacious and beautifully appointed, and overlooking the fountain in the front of the house.

pool

We went for a swim.
I had a bath.
Soft music drifted through our room as we finished the champagne.
We ate in the Library, we drifted off to sleep in a king-sized bed.
It was serene and lush and beautifully appointed.

painting

In the morning, we drove into town for country breakfast...eggs and toast and coffee. We shopped and bought provisions for a picnic.
I got new shoes.

new shoes

We bought cheese -

cheese

and bread and fruit.

We wandered through a gigantic Asian market.

dragon

K wanted this dragon for our garden.

We made our way back to the hotel and decided on cocktails on the back lawn.

mojito

And there, sitting in teak chairs, gazing silently at the rolling lawns and the trees and the mountains beyond, we saw a bear. A big, black bear.

I took a nap and K woke me for the picnic and concert nearby.
Equipped with a cashmere blanket, our bag of provisions and a flashlight, the staff sent us on a walk to the concert grounds where we heard Yo-Yo Ma play a Schumann cello concerto.


picnic

I don't have enough superlatives to describe it further.
It was exquisite.

Sunday morning, after breakfast, we, reluctantly, checked out and drove off to the north to have lunch with my boss, M, and his wife at their wonderful country home.

table

It was the perfect ending to a beautiful weekend.
We climbed through their old barn and admired the views and ate and laughed and drank luscious pink wine.
It wasn't even an arduous drive home.

It was a perfect weekend.

Comments

Stephanie said…
oh my GOODness. I could feel the loveliness. how fortunate you are.
Kathy said…
Yay for you and K and YAY for the boys being well and happy while you were gone! I felt relaxed just reading this.
RW said…
well then.
that was lovely.
wonderful wonderful.
Rae said…
I love your shoes, and
I am so glad for you!
Duyvken said…
So much delightfulness - and new shoes!
barbra said…
Oh my goodness, I can hardly believe it's a real place.

The shoes are good.
Suzanne said…
A perfect weekend; how lovely!
I am breathless in the delight of it - and moreso because it was for you and K.

Yo-Yo Ma! OH MY
zephyr said…
Smiling, for you!!
Jen on the Edge said…
What a lovely, wonderful, marvelous weekend. I'm so happy for you.

(Totally shallow side note: The shoes look like they're fabulous. Are they flats or wedges or something else?)
NorahS said…
*sigh* Sounds wonderful.
Anonymous said…
the berkshires?
Paola said…
Oh Bb, you have no idea how refreshing it was to read this post.
alice c said…
I am so so glad that your special weekend was perfect.

On a shallow note I must admit that the one thing that I envy most of all is the perfectly chilled bottle of rose wine. It makes me want to rush to the fridge and drag out a bottle of wine looking at that photo.
Anonymous said…
I am beyond thrilled for you. For such a lovely getaway. For the new shoes! You've been looking for those. for the music and picnic. Such provisions! And for the good times you had with K and with M, who must be a dear.

Yay for all of you!

jbhat
Ginnie said…
I'm so glad for you both! It sounds perfect.
Anonymous said…
Delicious! All of it!

ErinH
Miz S said…
I picture you with your glass of champagne, taking in a long breath and then exhaling all the anxiety that builds up inside. That feels so good, doesn't it? (Damn, I sound like a yoga teacher.) I'm glad you got this weekend away. May I ask where this beautiful place is?