The chickens have been making too much noise in the mornings. I now let them out of their run as soon as I climb out of bed and have my first cup of piping hot coffee.
Today, as I was walking by The Robin, aka #1, I see Esmeralda sitting under the sink beneath the hostas. I was afraid that she wasn’t feeling well.
About a half hour later I stopped back to check on my sweet Esmeralda but she was no longer under there.
the sink in front of #1 (The Robin)
I needn’t have worried. What I saw instead was too good not to write about. Especially since I have been complaining about the girls being lazy
18 beautiful eggs
18 beautiful eggs
The little stinkers, I bet there are a few more nests under some trees here and there…
Quite a few of our guests think that the Wayfarer got its name from the title of a book. Quite a few of you have sent me these books. Once, even, a box with 10 of them arrived. They were beautifully gift wrapped, one by one and numbered. 1 copy for each cottage. They had been found, purchased and wrapped by Douglas David – the painter who is responsible for our logo. And just recently another book found its way to our mailbox; this one from a sweet family that has been here only once so far, but they’re coming back this summer 🙂
Until the 70’s (I don’t know the exact year) the cabins were “Benson’s Fisherman’s Cabins”. Later they belonged to the Pattyn family. Guess what they were called then. “Pattyn’s Place Motel”.
In 1983, Andre and Walter Emig bought the place and named it “Wayfarer Motel”. And they named it after a figurine named “The Wayfarer”. A wayfarer, of course, is a traveler but this one looks like a hobo.
This past weekend I got to ride in a Model A.
It seems to sport the original paint.
It was not shiny and new and polished.
It is still used as a working vehicle.
Here it is