August 20th, 2016

Well, I haven’t posted much in the last couple weeks but I think I have a pretty legitimate reason! While this post isn’t related to something that happened on the farm recently, its story will essentially form the basis to my future life at Fern Island Farm.

On the morning of the 23rd, Fañch took me to Mont Saint-Michel de Brasparts in the Monts d’Arrée region of Brittany. It is one of our favorite spots to visit and was actually the location of one of the very first dates we ever went on. When we arrived there was so much fog that we couldn’t even see the top of the (not-so-very-tall) “mountain”.

We drove part way up before parking and climbing the last few stairs to the top. A tiny 17th century chapel sits upon the hill and the fog had settled eerily around it. Typically, you can see for miles in every direction, with stunning views of the countryside. That day, however, the visibilty was so limited that while we could hear the tinkling of bells that mark the close proximity of a herd of sheep, we could not see them anywhere.

Having finished our little tour of the funsize summit and its surrounding trails, we perched on a rock to eat the pastries we had picked up on the way. Fañch told me not to look because he had picked out a special gâteau just for me. When he gave me the okay to turn around he was holding a raspberry muffin with the little ring we had picked out set on top. Then, in English (he had been practicing), he asked me to marry him.

Now, we have been discussing marriage recently btu despite that fact it still completely caught me off guard. I was so overwhelmed with joy and excitement that nearly a minute passed before Fañch asked, “so that’s a yes?”

After the ring found its new home on my left hand, and the muffins had been reduced to a few crumbs, we remained on the rock for some time watching the fog slowly lift. The lighting from the rising sun, the dissipating fog, and lingering clouds had an enchanting effect on the surroundings.

So, on August 20th next summer, Fern Island Farm will play host to a gathering of Bretons and Americans in order to celebrate our wedding. I am absolutely ecstatic and cannot wait to say “I do” in the apple orchard! I’ve posted quite a few pictures from the morning of the proposal to share with you all (you can click to enlarge them in order to see a bit better)!

the top of the "mountain" (big hill) is hidden by the fog
the top of the “mountain” (big hill) is hidden by the fog

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the 17th century chapel
the 17th century chapel

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at first we thought this was the sun coming over the horizon but it was actually the sun reflecting off a lake in the distance
at first we thought this was the sun coming over the horizon but it was actually the sun reflecting off a lake in the distance
spider web
spider web

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the fog beginning to lift
the fog beginning to lift

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the usual view from the top begins to emerge as the fog bids farewell
the usual view from the top begins to emerge as the fog bids farewell

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the ring we had picked out with the little flower set in resin : )
the ring we had picked out with the little flower set in resin : )

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hello sheep!
hello sheep!

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many people had used the stones to write various words, names, etc.
many people had used the stones to write various words, names, etc.
so Fañch made one for us, too
so Fañch made one for us, too
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