A decade ago, 2004, I began a journey of sharing time and experiences with strangers.
Opening your home to travelers and vacationers in an intimate four room bed and breakfast has many blessings. In this anniversary year I have been now called to document what it has really meant on this blog. Memories and highlights include the best compliment, “I don’t feel like a customer here.” They include receiving pieces of people’s incredible talents as gifts. Guests have left footprints in the farmhouse that they visit year after year as I watch over what they left with respect and fondness. There is the quilted Tryon Farm logo. An oak plaque with Tryon Farm Guest House carved on it. A painting given to me by a son whose mother had painted a field of colorful poppies some years before leaving earth. He said he just wanted me to have it. I never met his mom, but she left a legacy and a tribute to the parental relationship that I honor every day while I enjoy her painting.
And then there are the chickens. Over the years I became a collector of chickens. I have ceramic chickens, chicken dishes, wooden chickens, chickens with colorful peppers that match the kitchen, all kinds of chickens. The backyard chickens are the mascots of our ‘farm’, and you can’t get any more authentic than roosters crowing, hens clucking, and the circle of life that we’ve seen over the years. Our nearby Chicago families watch the weather and contact me to make sure the house hasn’t had a stately tree fall on it. It did once, but our damage was rebuilt quickly by our proud contractor who did the renovation ten years ago. When we lose power or get snowed in, our guests enjoy the adventure of living with nature. “Is the house haunted?” Some guests claim a relationship with the other side. Everyone who does tells me this is a happy old place where the spirit is joyful and comforting.
We connect with nature, and nurture your spirit. They call me an innkeeper. Instead I think this 128 year old inn keeps me.