Quaker Meeting House

Last evening, Robin, Dana and I attended a fund-raising Harvest Dinner and Silent Auction at the Quaker Meeting-House in Sparta. We learned of the evening through our friends at Orchard Hill Farm, and it had the warm, honest feeling I want every community gathering to have, though they seldom do.
The Meeting-House is magically situated in a forest clearing, surrounded by tall, sentinel-like trees; you could see something beautiful wherever you looked and it was the kind of evening where every door and window were open. As we began our meal, sharing our long table with new friends, we instinctively set-about discovering who-knew-who, reminding us all how small the world is (Robin reluctantly allowed us to taste his slice of Martha’s raspberry pie; I had a slice of hard to find raisin). At one point in the evening, both the tables and benches inside, and those outside on the large front porch, were filled with people chatting, eating, and laughing. It is only our fourth month in town and there we were having another amazing, glad that we moved back home moment. Of course, being the guys that we are, we stopped at Shaw’s Ice Cream on the way home, for one scoop of strawberry cheesecake and one of peanut butter cup round-up for me, and two scoops of strawberry for Robin.