The first time I came here was also probably the first time I realized how much I adored the little woman shuffling up to the hidden gate switch. I don’t think it would’ve ever occurred to me that within a few years this would be the location where I would announce to her family that I’d asked her to marry me and she had said yes. No, at the time I was too busy turning the soil, plucking the sprouts of a prolific oak tree, singing to myself. I wanted to come back, sit on the patio and write or maybe play my guitar. That was the first impression this place ever had on me.
Sweet!
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