Recently, I went to Nashville, IN. It has been over 15 years since my first visit. Known as an artist colony, I was disappointed to see that the town has turned into a mecca for mass-produced wares. I mean, I did enjoy the artists' studio which featured mixed-media art. Paul enjoys antique shopping, but the shops were far and few between. We planned on spending our three days shopping, hiking, and dining.
However, it rained on and off all three days, so we couldn't hike at the state park. Shopping took less time then planned. And, dining wasn't exactly, well, outstanding.
So, we took the road less traveled . . . to Bean Bloosom, IN. I saw an ad for an herb & flower garden with a luncheon cafe. Off we went on unchartered territory without a map. I mean, isn't that half of the fun?!
After 20 minutes, we turned into the gravel driveway, and me with camera in hand, jumped out of the car. Wow--I had finally found a place to photograph regardless of the dreary sky. The flowers, the plants, the landscaping, and the signs pointed the way to go. An hour later, we took our seats in the quaint cafe.
If it hadn't been for Paul, I would have never strayed from the town ~ he is MY road less traveled. My last visit to the psychiatrist didn't leave me a lot of hope; probably a series of ECT treatments to control the suicidal attempts/thoughts. Plus, seeing a new psychologist for the borderline personality disorder. This road I would rather travel less ~
However, it rained on and off all three days, so we couldn't hike at the state park. Shopping took less time then planned. And, dining wasn't exactly, well, outstanding.
So, we took the road less traveled . . . to Bean Bloosom, IN. I saw an ad for an herb & flower garden with a luncheon cafe. Off we went on unchartered territory without a map. I mean, isn't that half of the fun?!
After 20 minutes, we turned into the gravel driveway, and me with camera in hand, jumped out of the car. Wow--I had finally found a place to photograph regardless of the dreary sky. The flowers, the plants, the landscaping, and the signs pointed the way to go. An hour later, we took our seats in the quaint cafe.
If it hadn't been for Paul, I would have never strayed from the town ~ he is MY road less traveled. My last visit to the psychiatrist didn't leave me a lot of hope; probably a series of ECT treatments to control the suicidal attempts/thoughts. Plus, seeing a new psychologist for the borderline personality disorder. This road I would rather travel less ~
Oh Lori, I am so sorry to read this. I had no idea you have such a rough time.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you found a fun place to take pictures, often the secret places are the best.
Thanks, Nickie ~ it does help.
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