We needn't stray far from our headquarters at the top of the hill at Fishers Loft to find beauty. We'd fill our lungs with crisp, cool, sunlit air, meander along the blueberry path and in plunking our bags anywhere would find inspiration.
One morning we decided to sit right in the garden outside of the dining area. The sweet scent of flowering oregano mingled with the dark peaty earth and chives. Although my belly was still full from my breakfast of baked wild blueberry french toast, it rumbled.
The morning mist was still burning off and Spit the cat weaved his long, dewy tail between us as we settled in for a morning of drawing. We were working in our moleskine journals; light pen and ink with watercolour studies of the pretty sloping roof, multi paned windows and the feeling of the lush garden in front of the main house.