a couple of weekends ago we had a magical sunday. we rode with our friends lee, rinne, claren, and seabright out to a farm/homestead in the country near sparta, georgia.
for me it was one of those days that seem to be in your memory already, somewhere between nostalgia and deja vu, created from the books i have been reading, the drives we have been on, and the dreams i had as a child. i felt at home.
the property is owned by bill and gail bolig , but is maintained and farmed, for the most part by their daughter megan and her husband brad. in years past it was a large, 4000 acre cotton farm and the 16 acres the boligs now own is where the main homestead was and still is located.
as soon as we got out of the car they took us on a tour of the property.
they have horses, chickens, goats, pigs, dogs, cats and donkeys.
in the old general store on their property they have made a large studio space for megan’s letter press and Brad’s drums.
along with space for countless other inspiring things.
maypop, claren and i found brad’s drum set. there was an amazing sound atmosphere in the old store.
after working out our musical chops, we settled down for a light lunch and some afternoon wine.
pops and claren played some version of bocce ball. part of the game seemed to include unintentionally coming close to thowing the ball directly at the other player.
seabright decided to hangout with the non bocce players.
during lunch i found this small handmade version of a georgia covered bridge. i forgot to ask about its story.
after lunch megan and brad took us to the csa farm that they maintain in downtown sparta. The property is owned by the curries who used to own a furniture company. they could open a small church with the chairs they’ve collected.
the farm portion of the property had one of the nicest chicken coops i have ever seen.
the memory of this day resides in the part of my brain that it occupied before the visit. i don’t know if i should blame the wine or the intoxicating environment and company.