Well, two-fer Saturday at least.
This morning, we huffed up to Afton, in the Shenandoah range, to see a cottage for immediate rent. It was a true gnome hovel built on the grounds of an abandoned nursery where holly trees and rhododendron now grow wild. Just to the right of the stairs (below) was a family cemetery overlooking the neighbor's dirt driveway. It was, as the owner described, magical, a fascinating little place to have stumbled upon. It's a bit too far into the boonies for us, out along the old Jefferson Highway dotted with restored plantations and white-washed fences but we're sure someone with magical fairy spirit will wind down Old Turnpike Road and claim it.
At a country "gourmet grocery store" along the way, we found this gem, which we'll review in detail once it cools and we get up the nerve to try it:
