When we arrived here in July 2007, we had a head full of projects and desires.
This magical place, with its meadows, its river, its purpose to fall, the oak over 400 years, orchards of apple cider, his stone house and its outbuildings offered us a field of almost unlimited potential.
Our goal was to open a bed and breakfast to a lot of meetings and to share with visitors the happiness we have to live in central Brittany.
We also wanted to create a vegetable garden and raise some animals for our livelihood. An educational garden was also expected, based on herbs and fragrant plants, to make animations with children, elderly and disabled.
We immediately set to work to make this place a vibrant place that looks like us, starting with the cottages. They were already asking when we arrived but a serious "blow fresh". The first guests arrived two weeks after our installation ... we did not even beat all our boxes! But it was great: we were immediately in the bath!
And then, gradually, the seasons we have advanced in our projects. Of course, not as fast as we would have liked. Not always in peace either, life is not always tender ... The daily struggle is because a project like this is hard to bear morally, physically and financially ...
Yet the balance that we can draw today is more than positive.
Our rooms are nice, people around here like it and often keep contact with us.
We are fortunate to live in a protected environment, surrounded by nature, nurtured garden produce and especially in line with our core values. These values we share as much as possible with friends, guests, visitors pass (during events on the garden).
difficulties, we forget them when we drink a cup of tea on the bench outside the house or at a small meditation on the banks of the river, when the first lambs are born, when eggs are collected salads or when the first point the tip of their noses ... When students come to spend a week with me to draw, paint or make a relaxing stay and leave relaxed and convinced of having "advanced" ... When the sunrise makes incadescent oak, when the fog makes the wetland evanescent when the girls animate the river in their ceaseless ballet, when the owl hululle night and that frogs are concert when raspberry blush fingers, when I spend the night at the workshop to bend the iron or print my moods in the earth, when my short brush on the paper with the song of swallows ...
When I wake in the morning and I tell myself that I was lucky to live there and, in addition to sharing this opportunity for longer or shorter depending on the ... circumstances!
2011 is the year of the garden. . .
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