In the heart of Lomeshaye’s embrace, Where nature’s song finds its space, A cabin stands, a haven bright, For Thursday’s eve, a guiding light. Gathered souls, a cherished throng, Underneath…
In the heart of Lomeshaye’s embrace,
Where nature’s song finds its space,
A cabin stands, a haven bright,
For Thursday’s eve, a guiding light.
Gathered souls, a cherished throng,
Underneath the stars, we belong.
In the marsh’s gentle embrace,
We find solace, we find grace.
With open arms, we bid all in,
Where every spirit finds its kin.
Around the table, stories flow,
In nature’s arms, we’re free to grow.
Foraging through the whispering trees,
We gather treasures, wild and free.
Herbs and greens, with hands entwined,
Nature’s bounty, divinely aligned.
Wild herb ravioli, a culinary delight,
Infused with laughter, shared in the night.
Zesty sorrel sauce, a taste profound,
Each bite a symphony, nature’s sound.
In Martin’s apple crumble, a taste of home,
Warmth and comfort, wherever we roam.
Sue’s nettle and lemon cake, a sweet surprise,
Nourishing both body and soul, under starlit skies.
In crafting and cooking, we find our art,
A tapestry woven from every heart.
From wild garlic’s scent to plans ahead,
Each moment cherished, none misread.
As the fire crackles, our spirits rise,
Beneath the moonlit, starry skies.
Connected to earth, to each other true,
In Lomeshaye’s embrace, we renew.
So here’s to Thursdays, where souls unite,
In the cabin’s glow, under nature’s light.
For in these gatherings, we find our way,
Guided by love, come what may.
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