you step beneath a cedar-framed pergola where a long farm table of reclaimed white oak sits under pendant lights that sway just enough to prove the breeze is real, and the air carries rosemary from planters set into the stone half-wall that separates this dining terrace from the open lawn beyond. Here the transition is complete—hooves and hay give way to linen and stemware, yet the same fieldstone that lined the paddock path runs beneath your feet, a reminder that wellness on this property is not a departure from the land but a deeper conversation with it. The covered ceiling keeps the afternoon sun at a respectful distance while three sides remain open to the tree canopy along Rose Island Road, so every meal feels earned by the landscape that surrounds it. Set your glass down, though, and listen past the silverware, because just beyond the herb planters a second stone corridor draws the eye toward something more deliberate, more private, where the estate's true commitment to restoration begins to reveal