I must confess, my head is miles from Millbrook. I've spent the past week and a half soaking up sun in southern Florida after making flowers for a party in West Palm Beach hosted by the very same bride who brought us to Millbrook in the first place. But again we will suspend time and space to have a bit of fall dreaming.
To get to this little spot in the woods, we had to drive down the most precariously rocky, cliff-side, one lane path (to call it a road would be misleading). With foamy waterfalls on the left, mossy boulders on the right and swirling yellow leaves all around- it was textbook October. Sun-shiny, nippy, see your breath but forget the gloves October. To work outside in places like this, making meaningful things for people that appreciate them, and to call that work, is overwhelming.