there's no place like ashfield

last friday, sara and i ventured out to the quaint and tiny town of ashfield, mass to visit our lovely friend, miss rose. it was picture perfect and a nice escape from the city. saturday morning we were awoken by the enchanting sounds of flute and fiddle cascading up the hill into rose's bedroom window from the farmer's market RIGHT NEXT DOOR! not only did we attend the market and empty the contents of our wallets there, we got to collect eggs from the coop and play with the 8 week old goats! it was dreamy...