I've been trying to think of a word to describe how it felt to be sketching at Froggwell Gardens last week. It was quite indescribable. The air was fresh and fragrant, the gardens wild and well kept at the same time, a phenomenal collection of texture and color, a feeling of peace, a fairy tale cottage, and classical music wafting through it all. And then came wine and pate. I found a tucked away place behind the house looking into a bedroom wing. I loved sitting there in the peace and sketching.
You inspire me.
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