The buildings at Grovewood are old like the Inn, and you know how I love old houses! Ivy-covered, time-weathered. There's a little cafe, a large shop that sells everything from pottery to textiles, an antique car museum, and a living history type museum with some metal workers, wood workers, and someone who demonstrates weaving. (Why, oh why did I not get a photo of the huge loom?)
Sigh. All that artisan stuff is very nice, but to me -- this is true beauty. An old house with mullioned windows and a cool roof line.
One more shot of the Inn. I'd like to stay a week in one of those little rooms under the eaves.
Outside the cafe is this comical crow with a golf ball in his mouth. The Inn does have a course. However, I think I'd be more interested in the "courses" at the cafe!
It was hard to capture these fantastic wind ornaments along the walk; in the camera's eye, they just blend into the trees. They were amazing, swirling and dancing in welcome.
I was drawn to the shop with all the fabrics. Shawls, bags, scarves and hats abounded. Look at these felted purses with a mock stained glass pattern:
This pic is too dark, but I loved this shawl. Not exactly sure what the fabric is: soft, not woven or knitted, with mottled colors.
This clock is in the Inn. They have quite a few antique clocks.
Another old clock in another wing had this inscription on its door.
"'Tis a mistake -- time flies not.
It only hovers on the wing.
Once born the moment dies not.
'Tis an immortal thing."
--Montgomery
And I cannot resist a few more photos of gingerbread houses, particularly this one. It's a sewing machine, complete with a bowl of notions and little mice, no doubt making a mess for the unlucky seamstress. Remember -- all of this is edible, candy buttons, candy ribbon.
For those of you enjoying some snow this morning:This house was so elegant.
Beautiful! Love that roof line!
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