Patron of this stress-free spirit of generosity,
The triangular dishes do not disturb the curves of our pottery.
And if books are not judged by titles nor bindings,
The contents of all the covers promise delightful findings.
The alpine art of living has its own rustic appeal :
When the chamois and woodchucks lead hikes that reveal,
Hillsides of clematis whose fragrance creates the feel
That the summits are sirens, their calling surreal,
That the roads’ every bend lead to something complete and ideal,
And that daring is rewarded by elevations of flavor in every meal.
The Savoyard fondue is bubbling in the caquelon;
It waits for each diner to dive in and dip their crouton.
To break with procedure, raise and revitalize the weary,
For soirées to remake the world in fine camaraderie
We have an eye for detail and seasoned aesthetics too,
It is found in the flame of a candle, its soft light and warm hue.
To those who consider luxury as both a means and an end,
We embrace the palace of memory as both method and friend.
The good food opens up to memories of the family meal, the fire in the hearth revives the festivities enchanted by filial love.
The steaming hot cocoa whispers all on the scene,
Children dashing about, under and between,
Curious dogs raising an ear to hear what’s unseen,
Life teeming throughout, change as the only routine.
Our art of living is recognizable in this old recipe,
A timeless treat, our own delicious therapy
From our values to decoration, we serve only that which we hold dear,
Les Fermes, our abode, becomes your own as soon as you’re here.
Our art of living celebrates the moments that we share,
No longer its passengers, all become agents of time when entering our care.