We celebrated Mr. Ables’ cousin’s wedding this weekend at Hickory Nut Gap Farm.
It was a Fall Day as Fall days are supposed to be, and the setting was equally ideal.
The farm house had all of the things Mr. Ables and I approve of in special places: rambling, creaky, storied, hidden, full, offbeat, authentic. The property boasts a secret passageway in the library, an in-ground trampoline, overgrown boxwood hedges, and a gushing spring.
Just. Just look: