Dang-it!

Here at the Wayfarer,

in our

we are

to see you and where we

you with open arms

We recommend that you :

and have cocktails either here or in one of the area’s great restaurants

Official Wayfarer greeters

 

We try to delight you with

I am sure can understand that I was shocked to see this morning that one of my newly planted flower boxes had fallen down on the job.

I couldn’t believe it and neither could the little Pekin Duck.

Our house carpenter, a.k.a. Mike, is in Alaska until Thursday – the repairs have to wait until he feels up to it next weekend
😦

Violets?

 

These are violets, right?  Oh I don’t really care.
All I know is these little beauties make me happy whenever I walk by them.
No, really now, I know what they are. I was just testing 😆

So then the ones above, don’t they look like violets as well?
How come they are not violet in color?
These and their purple-ish sisters are all over the lawn and right in front of cottage 1.

I remember when I was a child, my grandmother always smelled of violets.
She had Pastilles which made her breath smell so sweet

How Victorian of her 🙂

And then there are the Columbine on the north side of the front porch.

Much like violets and  pansies,
all they need is a little crevice and they will bloom with all their might – beautiful

Moonshine? Rumtopf?

Looks like I am getting ready to make some moonshine. But looks can be deceiving.  Marc found these Mason jars somewhere and thought we should start the di”still”ery

I, however, have different plans.  I will make a real “Rumtopf” this year.  Not the mess I produced last season.