Saturday, July 9, 2011
Have you ever found a place that just seems "right" to you - a place that you know you belong even though you have never been there before?
That is how I felt when we were looking for a place to settle in Maine and we stopped in this little town. I was standing in the parking lot of the town library located in an old house - it was gently snowing. I felt at home and secretly said to myself - "This is where I want to live".
Well, we did indeed settle in that little town. It felt so right. One day while driving out of town we passed a big farmers field at the top of a hill - I turned to look at it and see a sign posted on the fence . .. it said "Burgundy Hill Farm". A chill went down my spine and it confirmed what I already knew - that I was home. You see, when I was growing up in a new suburb in Virginia, we children would walk through the woods in the winter time dragging our sleds. We were going to a big hill on the other side of the woods to go sledding. The hill was part of a big old farm, you guessed it, called Burgundy Hill Farm. Our new subdivision was called Burgundy Village since it was built on land that used to belong to the farm. Such wonderful memories of going sledding at night on that hill with a big bonfire at the top to warm ourselves and have hot chocolate.
So I had come full circle from a memory far away to a small town in Maine back to Burgundy Hill Farm.
Gentle reader - have you ever had a similar experience?