[Left: My writing spot in the night]
[Below Left: Finton’s Landing B&B – view from the gazebo]
[Below Right: Finton’s Landing B&B – View from the porch
[Left Bottom: My writing spot in the morning and early afternoon – before the sun finds me]
I am on a weekend vacation at the gorgeous Finton’s Landing B&B at Keuka Lake, NY with the amazing host and hostess, Doug and Ariana. I am being spoiled with the spectacular lake view from my room, the porch, and the gazebo (practically flush with the lake waves). The personality-rich establishment is a sight you must see to appreciate it. The moment I opened my room’s door to leave, an enticing aroma led me directly to where the table was set: on the porch. Accompanied – special order, I’m sure – by a clear sky, adorned by the sun (do I see the same sun at home?) My first three-course breakfast was another delight: all local ingredients – fresh, of course – masterfully prepared by Ariana and served by Doug with elegance and patience (all guests sat, talked and laughed long and hard for close to two hours) along with his refined sense of humor. With remarkable guests who made me feel as if I were a part of the crowd. Dear Dorothy and David had already shared their loveliness with me yesterday, while they were enjoying their time over red wine together – on rocking chairs. They not only didn’t mind me being around but also invited me to their corner. Time had passed without letting me know (what do I do with my time elsewhere?)
While every one went on to their programs of bicycling around the lake (I prefer to sit and watch it…as a highly challenged outdoors’ person that I am), wine tasting, and other whole-day activities, I am enjoying my solo reservation of the gazebo. Listening to the waves calling me in to the immensely clear water with decorative (!) stones on the bottom, I am staying put perched on one of the Adirondack loungers with my laptop warming me more than the sun. Well, not all of us can be hiking and biking, right? I sure can’t. After this post, I will be back to my creative writing and don’t intend to move, unless a tide takes over the lake, or my stomach sends me red alert. I miss greeting you from my old spot but know that I will get back there rejuvenated to welcome your visit once again. As always before, I very much look forward to you dropping by next Sunday.
Peace in love.