slowing down: glasbern inn

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The Glasbern Inn is a living farm dating back to 1787.  With 130 acres of farmland, it was by far the quietest, slowest getaway we've taken.

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With Rowan strapped to Bobby and camera in my hand, we explored the land and animals our whole visit there.

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The beautiful restaurant (right over our bedroom) is part of a historic 19th century barn.   The farm to table food was one of the reasons I was so excited to visit the Glasbern Inn and experience it for myself.

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{The most incredible chicken I've ever had. And eggs benedict and sausage from the farm for breakfast. Incredible.}

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And Rowan did as best he could not clanging forks on the table.  He turned his nose at fresh carrots they prepared for him in the kitchen.  Apparently he only likes mama's with a bit of chicken stock.

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Every little niche of the farm was beautiful.

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And so was the real life that was going on all around us.

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Before we left, we sat outside as Bobby and I set goals together.  Birds were chirping, the breeze was softly blowing, Rowan was asleep, and there we sat, away from the busyness of life.  It was nourishing and therapeutic.    For a moment we longed to bring our little family to that spot.

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But it was a fleeting moment.  For now, breathing the country air in deeply through our lungs was everything we needed.

 Just the two (ah, three) of us.

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the sleepy time gal