Here at the Wayfarer,
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
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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
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
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.