A sweet little incompetent ER Doc told me I was having a bad dream last month, did no physical exam, and yes, sent me right home all hung on my EKG looking just great. Medicine, today. No curiosity, no cure! Yes, I am griping! However, last Sunday night I had another “bad dream”, an attentive practitioner REALLY considered his differential diagnosis, did the work-up and turned up a chronic gallstone occlusion, pancreatitis, etc.! THUS, we are closed this Friday and I am recuperating well from surgery. We miss everyone and look forward to brighter days ahead! A bad dream, my foot:)
OOPS! Closed on Friday due to surgery…
Sitting on the porch that is the definition of home-grown comfort, Amy brought out a dish of pecans to snack on with our lavender iced tea. The pecans were sweet with a hint of salt and ... smoked! (Patrick throws a lot of stuff on the grill and in the smoker and the results are always spectacular.) The pecans were like heaven.
Between the lavender everywhere, the porch, the view, the company, and the pecans, we might just as well have been in heaven.
You'll want to go back again and again!
Among the gardens and 100-year-old farm house is a picturesque red barn where Amy and Patrick not only sell their merchandise but also entertain and/or put on workshops. I have had the pleasure of attending several of these events ranging from cookie making, to lavender harvesting and arranging, to yoga classes.
I am always looking for what they have available because once you experience the sheer beauty and peaceful feel of White Hills Farm you too will want to go back again and again.
For me, it's a place tied to fond memories
White Hills Farm is the perfect backdrop for any occasion -- it has this way of enveloping and elevating meaningful celebrations. For me, it's a place tied to fond memories and an eagerness to return. Year round, its something to behold, a slice of heaven run by the best of people.