“You have to be careful on the angles because you can lose traction and tip over.” The discussion around the bar that evening was about drivable lawn mowers. Comparisons between garden tractors and zero turn models were made. It all came down to the size of your property and the type of brush or grass needing to be maintained. The talk went deeper in to motor function and operational details that were foreign. “More Pinot ladies?” Asked our waitress. The informative farm equipment analysis was replaced with our desire to keep sipping wine.
It was Thursday and we were having dinner at one of the only two restaurants in town. We’ve made Thursday a standing dinner date and we look forward to it all week. A celebration of hard work and the restaurants opening for the weekend.
This is a dynamic group of women. A realtor who populates the town with people she wants to surround herself with, living with her two dogs and two cats in her 8,000 square foot mansion, an aesthetician to the stars with her own skin care line who chooses to spend any free-time taking care of goats, a local shop owner who sells the best linen clothing outside of Italy and my friend who is restoring the historic farm where I am staying for the summer. The conversation alternated between farm equipment, which operas were playing, best vintage finds to who needed extra care in town.
The women I’m lucky to find myself with are living life on their terms. They are running their own show and getting things done. Not a hint loneliness or restlessness only vitality. They are doers and their energy is contagious. If an idea is hatched and discussed together, plan on it coming to fruition.
They are transplants from all over. They’ve had big careers and exciting, but also messy lives. They are elegant, worldly, smart and independent. Conversations are interesting and laughs are often. Getting to know each of them has been a joy. Even when their fragrance smells more like goat than Guerlain.
The following Thursday’s talk returned to farm equipment and new terms such as mow muffin. I assure you it is not as obscene as it sounds, but I’ll save that for another post. I look forward to many more conversations and whatever direction they take with these dynamic women over Pinot.