We have the most entertaining little red squirrel living in the pine trees across from my kitchen window. Over the summer he methodically took every piece of tassel off one of our deck chairs. When he ran out of tassel to filch, he proceeded to take apart a shop towel. Somehow, though, he lost his patience with the slow process of pulling strand by strand, he proceeded to yank on the towel until, finally, it dislodged from where it was wedged in the John Deere trailer. He grabbed the shop towel and shlepped it up the maple tree. It was the funniest sight because the towel was about 4 times the size of this tiny squirrel.
Fast forward to today. In front of the chicken’s run, there is a little toy shopping cart – a guest must have left it there, and we haven’t put it back into the sandbox. So there it is and there are the chickens. Somehow, now there is a shop towel in this little shopping cart as well. I have no idea how it got there or who put it in there. The squirrel comes to get this one too. But the chickens will not have it. There is, at this moment a dance going on where all 3 chickens are hovering together right there where the cart is, spreading their wings to scare the squirrel, and the squirrel is jumping around like a boxer in the ring, trying not to be seen or shushed away by the hens.
It is the most entertaining spectacle and, how could it be any other way, I do not have a camera ready to go and my phone is out of “juice”
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.
Yes, the sign is up and we are open for business. Should be a good crop again this year, and prices are low.
So come on down or up and start weeding 😉
Looks a mess but is really quite pretty and cottage-garden-ish in real life 😉
I cannot keep the Oregano at bay. Thank goodness the chickens like munching on it
For the last few days, a young girl came riding her horse past the Wayfarer. Finally tonight, we caught her eye and asked her to come to the front porch. She did. Wearing sunglasses and blond braids, I had no idea who she was. Turns out, I have known her, with dark hair since she was 2 years old. Alyssa Lone, she works at Glen’s Market and for the Frankfort Volunteer Fire Department. What a girl…
Alyssa and Sunny
good bye you two 🙂
Oh boy, every cottage was filled with guests who love eating al fresco. They cooked up a storm and enjoyed their cookery outside. My heart was singing at the sight.
It started with breakfast when I spotted Isaac and his younger brother Elias having their meal all by themselves. Wellllll, you can see their parents on the swing watching that everything goes the way it should. These two little men were so darling.
Breakfast at the Wayfarer
Breakfast at the Wayfarer with Isaac and Elias
The feasting continued in the late afternoon and evening when, again, I spotted the kids and a couple of other cottages enjoying dinner.
…and After Dinner Drinks
I let them talk me into a glass of vino 🙂
This is what it’s all about. Happy summer to meeeeee
Once it warms up, I get happy because the guests are starting to sit outside, eat, drink and read.
That is what it’s all about.
My little helpers are back
I cannot not show off these beautiful little jewel boxes. This year most of the flowers came from Crystal Gardens…
# 7 a.k.a The Meadowlark with a rock-e-fied angel given to me by John and Gail W. who are residing there for the next 2 weeks.
# 9 a.k.a. The Heron with it’s mossy flower box
# 8 a.k.a. The Sandpiper which was the stepchild this year. All the “leftovers” went into it but the 2 bunnies seem to be enjoying themselves 😉
Good night Lobelias, Zinnias, Impatiens’, Carnations, Nasturtiums, Pansies, et al 🙂