這2天到烏來山上造窯, 發現了一個世外桃源 ,它本來是個義大利餐廳 ,名字叫做[ 天邊的家 ] 後來轉租給一位女孩子, 這位女園長想將園區改名為[ 西雅圖的天空] 還要蓋披薩窯, 它在2home看到我的文章 ,希望我幫忙蓋窯, ...
4w 發表於 2011-4-15 23:32
這2天到烏來山上造窯, 發現了一個世外桃源 ,它本來是個義大利餐廳 ,名字叫做[ 天邊的家 ] 後來轉租給一位女孩子, 這位女園長想將園區改名為[ 西雅圖的天空] 還要蓋披薩窯, 它在2home看到我的文章 ,希望我幫忙蓋窯, ...
4w 發表於 2011-4-15 23:32
烏來的天邊的家,我有去過,很漂亮的地方,老闆也很會diy !
不知天邊的家, 是否跟他的姓氏有關係
不知道 租金 多少?
擁抱這樣的環境
? 就算真的有什麼鬼怪, 問心無愧還怕什麼? 這世界 人有時候比野生動物還可怕, 傳說中什麼鬼怪, 又有幾個真的害人 ?反而是天天接觸的親朋好友,互相陷害屢見不鮮. 
由於天氣因素山嵐沒看到 倒是看到一盞孤燈伴杜鵑到天明, 心理想杜鵑若是有知 該多幸福
9# 4w 天剛剛亮, 我就起床 , 希望能看到園主說的山谷白雲出釉,
4w 發表於 2011-4-16 06:52
這2天到烏來山上造窯, 發現了一個世外桃源 ,它本來是個義大利餐廳 ,名字叫做[ 天邊的家 ] 後來轉租給一位女孩子, 這位女園長想將園區改名為[ 西雅圖的天空] 還要蓋披薩窯, 它在2home看到我的文章 ,希望我幫忙蓋窯, ...
4w 發表於 2011-4-15 23:32
我還以為您真的去 西雅圖了哩~
我也喜歡這裡的感覺~
aliver 發表於 2011-4-16 22:53
能詳細介紹一下這個窯嗎
偶也有點興趣蓋一個
好累啊 園主看我們這樣辛苦, 買了 翡翠水庫有名的桂山冰棒慰勞我們 瞧這位歐吉尚吃的多陶醉 好像回憶童年, 表情那樣知足 混凝土推的不是很水平
有部分積水, 於是再攪拌水泥沙漿 填上去,
要蓋這樣的嗎?
意境真高阿.
準備幾個工作天完成所有?
這一張好帥喔
像儒俠史艷文
加油
10# 4w
這有個秋千設計的很奇怪,它竟然在湖泊上, 不知為何這樣裝置 ?
4w 發表於 2011-4-16 06:55
我還以為您真的去 西雅圖了哩~
我也喜歡這裡的感覺~ 園藝造景和小門 紅藍椅子.....
aliver 發表於 2011-4-16 22:53
40# janey
這園區名字跟西雅圖宣言有關, 各位大大如果有興趣可以上網查
4w 發表於 2011-4-22 16:23
西雅圖宣言
http://theglobe.ep.net.cn/big5library/huanbao039.htm
這篇動人心弦的演說，是1851年，印第安索瓜米西族酋長西雅圖所發表的，地點在美國華盛頓州的布格海灣。是時，美國政府要求簽約，要以15萬美元買 ...
山林雅境 發表於 2011-4-22 17:11
請問大大現在這裡是"天邊的家"還是已改成"西雅圖的天空"
目前有在營業嗎
真想去喝杯下午茶休閒一下
順便當一下下下造窯義工, 園主會很歡迎你來的 "In 1851 Seattle, chief of the Suquamish and other Indian tribes around Washington's Puget Sound, delivered what is considered to be one of the most beautiful and profound environmental statements ever made. The city of Seattle is named for the chief, whose speech was in response to a proposed treaty under which the Indians were persuaded to sell two million acres of land for $150,000." -- Buckminster Fuller in Critical Path.Chief Seattle's ThoughtsHow can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man. The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man --- all belong to the same family. So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children. So, we will consider your offer to buy our land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us. This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you the land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father. The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes, and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember, and teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness you would give any brother. We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's grave behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth from his children, and he does not care. His father's grave, and his children's birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the earth, and his brother, the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert. I do not know. Our ways are different than your ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring or the rustle of the insect's wings. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the pond at night? I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond and the smell of the wind itself, cleaned by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine. The air is precious to the red man for all things share the same breath, the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days he is numb to the stench. But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers. So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will make one condition - the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers. I am a savage and do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be made more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive. What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected. You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children that we have taught our children that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves. This we know; the earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected. Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We shall see. One thing we know which the white man may one day discover; our God is the same God. You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land; but you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for the red man and the white. The earth is precious to Him, and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator. The whites too shall pass; perhaps sooner than all other tribes. Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste. But in your perishing you will shine brightly fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man. That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires. Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone. The end of living and the beginning of survival.
43# janey
沒錯以前是天邊的家 ,現在改裝中 ,將來名字叫做[西雅圖的天空] 目前沒在營業 ,不過你若想過來, 可以多帶飲料點心, 說要慰勞4w大的
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4w 發表於 2011-4-22 17:31
請問有煙囪嗎?
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