Everyone knows fall in New England is pretty much the greatest thing ever. And where exactly in New England is fall the best? The Berkshires, of course. Sited in the westernmost edge of Massachusetts, the Berkshires are picturesque to the point of nausea, so much so that Norman Rockwell is from there (check out the Norman Rockwell Museum in Stockbridge). Also, I went to college out there, so I'm a little biased. Besides hosting the summer "cottages" (cough manses cough) of 19th century blue blooded families, the Berkshires have a wealth of homes that predate the United States, including this c1762 stunner in southern part of Berkshire county, in the uber quaint town of Sheffield. Come let us drool all over this golden oldie.
A formal garden to die for. Like actually, you could die for that garden.
Yes, the garden is formal and French-y but its also got a rustic, uniquely early American vibe. Like you could see Ben Franklin and Thomas Jefferson walking around quietly insulting each other.
I applaud the homeowners' embrace of bleached knotty pine all through the home. It looks so darn good.
Striped forest green walls go perfectly with bleached pine mouldings and millwork. Twelve-over-twelve windows surrounded by entresols are pure historical loveliness. Also, I'm obsessed with that skirted table. And judgmental ancestor portrait - a New England must-have.
The collection of antique maps is gorgeous.
More pine paneling, millwork, and mouldings shine in this off white sitting room.
This fleshy peach office/den features heavily distressed painted mouldings and fireplace. The faded teal of the mantelpiece is the perfect foil to the sherbet walls. Yes, this home has lots of sitting rooms because colonial people didn't believe in "open concept" (and generally, I don't either, so there).
Phew! Spotted: a subzero fridge in the kitchen! Admit it, you were worried this kitchen would be from the first Roosevelt administration.
More of that muted peach and distressed millwork here in a guest bedroom. I don't know why but I think four poster beds are kind of spooky. This room definitely has a ghost. A chic ghost. But still.
Love the cream and beige striped paper in the master bedroom and how it contrasts with the cashew-colored pine millwork. A pine armoire ties into the woodwork. Usually I'm not into the collected look of mismatched rugs, but it looks so lovely and appropriate in this old farmhouse.
The humble side garden is quite a contrast to the formal hedge garden out front. But what a wonderfully lovely spot for morning coffee, family dinners, and trying to get your dog to stop eating herb garden.
Obviously there's a red barn. To play beer pong in. That's the only reason animal-free barns exist on summer/weekend house properties. Let's not kid ourselves.
For the 8 weeks a year its hot enough in Berkshire County to use a pool (maybe 10 weeks, maybe), this one is a sparkly beauty overlooking your bucolic acreage.
So I'm a history buff. Big time. I pulled the Sword from the Stone at Disney World when I was four and I have been obsessed with history ever since. An historic house, like this 18th century slice of gorgeousness, is so special because they're little bridges to our past. When we spend time in historic properties we get to commune with our neighbors-past and get a hint of what was here before we were here, and maybe what will continue after we're gone. Bittersweet and beautiful.