And each several chamber bless.
Through this palace with sweet peace.
And the owner of it blessed.
Ever shall in safety rest.
Trip away. Make no stay.
Meet me all by break of day." -William Shakesperare
S has deemed this place magical. I couldn't agree more. We spent the weekend in a cozy 76 year old log cabin, with wood floors, plank doors, a stone fireplace and a few modern conveniences. The air within and without the cabin smelled heavily of woodsmoke and adventure. The land is a nearly 5,000 acre haven from noise and light pollution.
"The quiet is loud", he said.
"I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania some time of the night,
Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enamelled skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in...."(WS)
We could hear the frogs croaking while I sipped my coffee and watched a slug make its way across the mossy log rail that lined the stone porch facing the lake.
Occasionally he would spot a circle of mushrooms and squeal, "Fairy Rings!"
We made a big pot of vegetarian chili for dinner and S'mores for dessert and the atmosphere of this enchanting place made it more delicious than ever.
In the end, his dream came true...he found his fairy stones.
Just as we returned to our cabin, the sky took an unexpected turn when an intense rainstorm blew in and obscured the lake in a shroud of white. It was like standing behind a waterfall. We read some of the entries in the cabin journal and inked in our own musings before packing our bags for our morning check-out.
It was a wonderful weekend.