I know I’ve mentioned that middle place – the point between A and B.  It’s not rare that I’ll stop places, but the concept is new to my sister – who likes to plan and act upon that plan.  I used to be that way, and to a point I do still like planning things out (okay fine, I’m definitely a planner).  It’s just the in between bits that get a little skewed sometimes.

No surprise – my sister Kate showed up to my house on a Sunday morning around 9 AM – which is WAY too early to get up.  No, I’m not a morning person by a long shot – my family will tell you that.  She wanted to know if I wanted to go South to the Georgia Scenic Highway and see what was there.  I said yes, not realizing that I would be gone ALL day.

And that was my fault.  All my fault.

We did get down ALMOST to the scenic route – except that I saw a bunch of cars and asked my sister to pull over…so after a U-Turn we pulled into this gravel driveway.  There was a lady running who we stopped to ask why there were so many cars.  She informed us of a town just down the road with shops and houses.  So we started on our way down the gravel lane.

At first there were pastures, horses, wildflowers and a curvy road – this opened up to a small lake with a pretty bridge.  Then we got a bit deeper into some woods, and all the sudden there was this clearing with this sign.  It said:

Serenbe ~ All beauty is an outward expression of inward good, and so closely are the beautiful and the true allied, that we shall find, if we become sincere loves of the grace, the harmony and loveliness, with which rural homes and rural life are capable of being invested, that we are silenty opening our hearts to an influence which is higher and deeper than the mere symbol.  A.J. Downing

And just shortly after that the lane became paved and cute houses, each of their own design, popped up to form this quaint little street.  And then shops, a bakery, more homes on the opposite side of the street, a city center.  The street signs were made of decorative iron, so incredibly detailed.  The houses were eclectic in a sense, but all of them fit nicely together.  After wandering into a shop, the shop gal told us a little bit about the community – first, it was a farming community, self sustaining, second, all buildings had to be made with a certain percentage of recycled materials and the land could not be moved – the builds had to go around the land, and third there was a house that ran solely off solar energy (The Bosch House) – as well as other interesting features.  She gave us a community map, made some suggestions, and we left from there.

And explored for three hours.  Yes THREE hours.  Typical!  Love surprises.

Thanks to the shopkeepers, Twig, Blue Eyed Daisy (who just won cupcake wars!), Fern’s (who saved my foot after the fire ant attack – gah! Bless lotion that takes the sting out!!  No thanks to Kate who just laughed at me as I danced around the middle of the road trying to get the buggers off), and Honeycomb consignment (where I got my little cards)…

Loved this so much!





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  • Bob Mayfield - How we come upon things … !

    When I was recently at Serenbe to visit AF, an old friend of almost fifty years, I stopped in the middle of the road to photograph the lovely Serenbe sign with the A.J. Downing quotation.

    Just now, upon Googling A.J. Downing, I came upon this website!

    So lovely!ReplyCancel

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