Sunrise over Flower Hill Farm Retreat

Sunrise at our retreat is sometimes other worldly. The orb of golden or pink rises up into a painted sky. If there are clouds or mist, it is a spectacle that embraces the spirit even more for its magic and mystery. Rising with the sun and bird song surely is a blessed way to begin each day. The palette changes with the seasons. I particularly love the colors and warmth of winter’s rising sun. It is often as if the sky were on fire. And when the golden shafts of light touch the trees in the gardens, life begins to tingle again.