Our moniker swings gently in the breeze to alert people that this is our business site as well as our abode.
Front of house with array of flowers creating a warm atmosphere.
The wishing well welcomes all in the front of our home.
We have a childern's play area for the wee Lads and Lassies to enjoy.
The pond fountain with St. Francis in the backround.
Windmill and the shelter house near the pond. The shelter house is available for picnics.
This is the gateway to the trails and wildlife areas where you will find solitary peace and tranquility.
Our view of you as you come up to join us.
"Hotie" laughs and invites you to rub his ears for wisdom, the jewels in his hands for wealth and above all else his belly for mirth.
Cody keeps an alert vigil for arousing us from our slumber as you arrive.
Be merciful to me, a fool.
The sidewalk leading up to the deck. As you approach the deck you hear the soft muted tones of the gongs playing by the gentle hand of the breeze.
As you come onto the deck the sounds of soft tranquil music invades into your auditory senses...
At last, the real call to warmth and fellowship. You find the essence of true hospitality coup de grāce.
Please drive carefully in our drive and respect our animal friends.
As you look out from the deck the expressions of the "Belgian Boy" say all there is to say about our visions of life and laughter.
...and the smell of flowers floats into your offertory nervers. Your eyes observe all the symbols of gentle, sweet respite.
Ah, the sweet "Nectar D'or" of the Gods. A fine dram of Glenmorangie Scotch touched lightly with three precious drops of water from Wales. I drink a toast to you, my friend.