Weekend at the Inn

The front entrance to “Caswells on the bay“  a fabulous bed and breakfast that Char and Dave had rented the entire thing for the weekend.  I was included in with the family and got to stay with the girls in their room.

The view of the bay from the back porch.  Watching the blue herons on the beach and the tide come in and out and the same type of bay shore that we grew up with in the summers in Haines really made me miss my mom.  It just played into the emotional weekend I was having.

Back of the Inn and the balcony of Char and Daves room looking over the bay.  Bride waving.

Bob Caswell is a master gardener.  There were Hydrangeas of every color and style everywhere surrounding the property.  Including this shrub of them which upon closer examination was a hedge surrounding and hiding his garden.

Tropical plants surrounding the Inn

The vegetable garden inside the hedge of Hydrangea’s.  The fence is for the deer.  I’m wondering if something like this would work on my Raccoons.

Fabulous Pacific Ocean.  Because missing my mom wasn’t strong enough on the Bay, this was a straight shot from the inn on the other side of the peninsula.  Maybe a half mile.  I stood out here watching the waves on my way out of town.  The Ocean makes me think of my Mom and my Aunt Jackie from when she lived in Cresent City and we would walk over to the Pacific from her house.

HALT

Momma duck and ducklings stopped 4 lanes of traffic on Pac Highway today.  Seems they were going to Fred Meyer also.  Once I parked I went over for more pictures and followed them along as there was a crow walking behind them trying to lunch on a little duckling.   As long as I was there the crow stayed in the tree.  Momma duck kept turning around to confront the crow so I know she had it covered.  So cute.

   

and another

Sitting watching football yesterday I noticed the screen door was open and thought, I should close that before another hummingbird gets in.  Then it flew through the door and across the room to the high window it wants out.

Which to catch I stand on a barstool,  lower the blind to bring the hummingbird down and sits on the windowsill and I can cup my hand over it and take it back out.

Hummingbird in the house

I know there is some old-wives tale on what it means when a hummingbird gets in the house.  I remember when one got into the trailer in Haines one summer when we were little.  I caught it and walked it all the way to the cannery to show my mom. 

This little guy flew into Charis place today.  I picked it up off the windowcill and released it back outside.  But now without first snapping its photo will my cell phone to share with you.