Kidnapped

Cedar House Inn and Yurts

Turning thirty was a five-day rite of passage that involved multiple surprise parties, an unexpected home exterior decoration, and a billboard on Columbus’ busiest thoroughfare. By the time it was over, looking over my shoulder and rounding corners like Charlie’s Angels were the norm.

That was ten years ago. Brad’s had a lot of time to plan the Big 4-0.

Needless to say, I was a little nervous as this weekend’s birthday approached. Especially when told I wouldn’t be going to work on Friday. Instead, my instructions were to pack a bag, wear something nice, and bring the Purell.

Needless to say, I was a little nervous as this weekend’s birthday approached. Especially when told I wouldn’t be going to work on Friday. Instead, my instructions were to pack a bag, wear something nice, and bring the Purell.

Wha?

I needn’t have worried. After a stop at The Bakery and Cafe at Rose Cottage in Pine Mountain for a farm-to-table lunch, I was whisked away to the beautifully rustic Cedar House Inn and Yurts in the North Georgia mountains, where close friends were lying in wait to surprise me.

In a yurt, no less.

Nothing can beat being lulled to sleep in a canopy-covered bed under a giant tent while moonlight through the screen windows flickers on a metallic ceiling — all set to the singing of treefrogs.

Proprietors Fred and Mary Beth Tanner have a created an oasis using principles of permaculture, and Fred was kind enough to give us an in-depth tour of their gardens. It was incredibly inspirational, and we’ll be incorporating some of those techniques into the wee homestead as well as the orchard.

Cedar House Inn and Yurts

Stay tuned for more details in this week’s blog posts. And thanks to hubby for once again reminding me that shared experiences make the best gifts.

OK, experiences and a DIY Millennium Falcon paper model kit.

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