The symbols I'm decorating this page with are traditional Japanese calligraphy called Shodo. They have been used in Japan for 1,300 years. I think they add to the feelings of the poems.
"Wa" - Harmony - Peace
"Sei, Shizuka" - Tranquility An unexamined life is not worth living. - Socrates
Good music is that which penetrates the ear with facility and quits the memory with difficulty. Thomas Beecham (1879-1961) The universe and I exist together, and all things and I are one. Zhuangzi (369-286) People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us. Iris Murdoch (1919-99) The Great Way is not difficult: Just don't pick and choose. Cut off all likes and dislikes And it is clear like space. Tseng Ts'an, Third Patriarch of Zen He [she] that plants trees loves others beside himself [herself]. Thomas Fuller (1654-1734) Molecules don't have passports. All the creatures on Earth are in this together. We need a primary allegiance to the species and to planet Earth. Carl Sagan - The Compassionate Universe
"Wa" - Harmony - Peace
"Sei, Shizuka" - Tranquility
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The large maple on the left was planted the day Lincoln was buried!
This is now the home of the Historical Society.
I guess the Garden Club is no more. But this is quite well kept and someone was beginning to replant the garden when we were there.
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This is what a lot of the area looked like. We were out for at least 3 hours and began to turn back when the wind came up and we had to paddle into it on the return trip. Boy, that was too much like work but we laughed and joked and made the best of it. There were lots of kayakers out (mostly women of various ages and levels of fitness) and we decided that this Fall we're going to try that out. The rental lady said it was easier than it looks.
A map of the Marsh taped on the prow of the canoe. I was in front and Cindy had the harder job in the back.
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This looks like the picture I posted previously from the Inn's web site, but I took this with my little digital camera. As you can see it's quite lovely outside and the interior is even better. Our room is the farthest to the left on the second floor.There is such a feeling of elegance, warmth, and charm it took my breath away. It far surpassed the pictures on the site.
Cindy relaxing in the double chair.


This was stuffed French toast, sausage, Parmesan potatoes, juice, and a beginning fruit course of pineapple pieces with maple cream and toasted coconut. Excellent and very filling!


The best part of all was that we had the entire Inn to ourselves. The family lived on the third floor and came and went on a set of back stairs (as the servants would have many years ago). They had two teenage sons who we never saw or heard. The first floor consisted of the parlor divided into three seating areas - one for conversation, one for reading or relaxing and a game table spot. It was very large and cozy at the same time. At the front door was a covered porch with a swing and wicker furniture that ran the width of the house. The breakfast room had a lovely breakfront and original fireplace and the screened in dining porch was a few steps down. All decorated so tastefully and there were so many little touches here and there I can't begin to explain them. Also off the main foyer was a music room with a woefully out of tune piano (I could only play it for a little while) and an ancient pedal organ. The room also doubled as a tiny gift shop as well. What made everything so magical was the artful way little speakers were placed here and there and soft piano music was always playing. As if someone was practicing in some far off room. I came downstairs late at night and sat on the couch and pretended I was living in another age and there was a small recital going on in my big mansion and I had just stepped away for a breath of air. Cindy and I were not so "gentile" as that though. The first night we sat on the smaller porch and she drank beer and we laughed and laughed until 1:30. We got pretty loud and had a fantastic time. The second night I had a bottle of champagne and some orange juice, mixed the two and I drank half the bottle! (That is very odd since I never drink. )We played Scrabble at the game table and again laughed and made a lot of noise. Cindy won by a hair but didn't have any champagne either. Those times I will cherish forever. It was so good to forget about everything and just enjoy myself. And, of course, Cindy loved it too. The two days were over so quickly, but we packed a lot into them. In my next blog I'll explain what we did and what we saw. Bye for now, Alyssa
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A literary note: The phrase "Bloom's Day" has been developed from the great work of James Joyce, Ulysses. It is the extremely detailed, symbolic and sometimes maddening literary work telling of one day in the life of Leopold Bloom and his emotional and physical journey through 1904 Dublin on June 16th. The characters mirror the individuals who people the epic poem of Homer's Odyssey . It is quite a difficult read and I've been tackling it bit by bit with the help of a reader's guide - it is interesting, but tough, going. I choose to savor his wonderful writing in very small bites - much easier to digest. Anyway, back to Bloom's Day.



... Stella de Oro and Madame Hardy




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