I can’t believe it’s been 23 years since I found this magical little spot — tucked between two 150-acre farms — my place to escape. At the time, I was casting too many shows a season, juggling endless campaigns, constantly on the move. All I wanted was to go somewhere far outside the city… to be still. To sit in my field, watch the cows, and listen to the trees rustle. I didn’t know I would fall in love the way I did. That I’d never want to miss a sunset… or the few fleeting weeks when the lilacs bloom… or that season when the fireflies and frogs create a full symphony over the pond. Jefferson Hill Road became home. The people who lived here then are still here now — and their children call me their friend Jenny. It’s not super easy for me to let go. But it’s time for the schoolhouse to be passed on and I would love for it to go to someone I know. Within moments in the most silky swimming hole down the road, you too will feel like you discovered the most beautiful place possible. Listed with @marinatschindler @the.way_we.live