A friend gave me a poem.
One day, a friend visited the farm and, feeling inspired, composed a poem on the spot. It is recorded below for everyone to enjoy:
Ten thousand hydrangeas blanket the green hills,
Bayberries ripen, branches bow low, summer's flavour lingers.
Mountain views fill the eyes, and one's pace slows,
When the breeze arrives, there is no need to ask where to go.
