Last weekend we took a quick short-notice trip out to Michigan. We stayed in a farmhouse on a bunch of land, to get away and have some peace and quiet and a little escape from our crazy work lives for a weekend before the fall season is in full swing. It was perfection. And when I say perfection I don’t mean some flawless picture of a ‘perfect’ farm or luxury inn, in a perfectly restored house with big fluffy beds and perfectly manicured lawn or anything like that. But it was perfect for what we were looking for, and what…