Living Beautifully

[et_pb_section fb_built="1" _builder_version="3.22.3"][et_pb_row _builder_version="3.22.3"][et_pb_column type="4_4" _builder_version="3.0.47"][et_pb_post_title author="off" comments="off" featured_image="off" _builder_version="3.2.2" title_font="|700|||||||" title_font_size="37px"][/et_pb_post_title][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][et_pb_row _builder_version="3.22.3" background_size="initial" background_position="top_left" background_repeat="repeat"][et_pb_column type="4_4" _builder_version="3.0.47"][et_pb_image src="https://todayswomannow.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/LivingBeautifully4501WEB.jpg" align="center" force_fullwidth="on" align_tablet="center" align_last_edited="on|desktop" admin_label="Featured Image" _builder_version="3.23.3"][/et_pb_image][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][et_pb_row custom_margin="|auto|-15px|auto||" _builder_version="3.22.3" background_size="initial" background_position="top_left" background_repeat="repeat"][et_pb_column type="4_4" _builder_version="3.0.47"][et_pb_text _builder_version="3.23.3"]When Joy Fitgerald, 72, agreed to meet me at a lavish Simpsonville farmhouse, complete with a motorized iron gate, circular driveway, outdoor pool and kitchen, firepits, a pristine pond, and a bucolic horse barn, she immediately shooed away the fanfare. “This is not my house,” she said before shaking my hand. “[My house] is beyond simplicity.” Joy’s idea of living beautifully doesn’t [...]

[et_pb_section fb_built="1" _builder_version="3.22.3"][et_pb_row _builder_version="3.22.3"][et_pb_column type="4_4" _builder_version="3.21.1"][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][et_pb_row _builder_version="3.22.3"][et_pb_column type="4_4" _builder_version="3.21.1"][et_pb_image src="https://todayswomannow.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/innn.jpg" force_fullwidth="on" align_tablet="center" align_last_edited="on|desktop" _builder_version="3.23"][/et_pb_image][et_pb_text _builder_version="3.21.1"]A modern farmhouse was built around log cabins for the Inn at Spring Run Farm.[/et_pb_text][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][et_pb_row _builder_version="3.22.3"][et_pb_column type="1_2" _builder_version="3.21.1"][et_pb_text _builder_version="3.21.1"]Inside the beautifully restored Inn at Spring Run Farm, history literally lines the walls of this bed and breakfast located on Covered Bridge Road in Prospect, Kentucky. Along the stairwell, the original exposed exterior walls boast their durability with hand-hewn logs. You can see the hatch marks of the original builders’ axes, the gable roof, and clappart siding. It is a lesson in [...]

If Peggy Karman’s home were a poem, it would be When I Am Among the Trees by Mary Oliver. Perched high atop the tree canopy and overlooking a dry creek bed below, you wouldn’t fathom that this home was just minutes from downtown. From every room, stunning views of the forest below are all the eye sees. It is a refuge from the hustle and bustle of life outside this Mockingbird Valley home, and it is where Peggy feels at peace. She and her husband Rob refer to this space as their “nest,” and it is where she reflects on Oliver’s poignant poetry: “[to]...never hurry through the world but walk slowly, and bow often.”

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