One of my favorite places in this world is a farm outside of Pau, France
This farm sits on a beautiful green hillside with unobstructed views of the Pyrenees mountains to the south. From the windows of the old house I can watch the weather roll into the mountain valleys beyond. From the kitchen flows home cooked meals, from the patio rises laughter and the smell of fresh rain, or the feel of sunshine. This home opens it's arms to visitors, welcoming old friends and new friends to a magical place.
I have many memories of this farm. I have heard even more than I have experienced. This farm continues to grow, to become richer with life, and friendship, every year. As I sit in Colorado, it is nice to know in my mind, that a place like this exists.
This is a true home:
