Rachel Ashwell's The Prairie~ Part 2

OK...I'm back.

MRI, post office, fabric store, Pappasito's, Costco.

And since Magoo was doped for that MRI, he went along peacefully with no backtalk.

So thanks for the offers, but I didn't have the need for the shovel after all.

On with the show!

This is Pearl.
Miss Pearl came knocking on our blue door late at night.
Scared the crap-ola out of me.
I'm no friend of the Boogey Man.

Magoo opened the door and in she came.

Oh, my.  No pets allowed at The Prairie.

I put a towel on top of that linen chair, pronto.

I am allergic to cats, except for Mr. Butter.

But it was freezing that night and we could tell she knew her way around the cottage.

She gave herself a bath and didn't mind the paparazzi in her face all night, so she was good with us.

She's a beautiful cat and very mannerly.

She was a good sleepover guest and much preferred over the Boogey Man.

The next morning we met Big Pearl.
Yes, there are two Pearls at The Prairie.
She likes to play and fetch.
We are not the kind of people who turn down a game of fetch.

Pearl is a real sweetie.
She's a rescue and a really great dog.
Look at that face.

The porch at the store.

  Just like The Giving Tree.  You know I couldn't pass this up.

Inside the store... a linen and velvet dream land.

They were taking down the Christmas decorations...wish I'd been there a few days earlier.

The cottage bath.

This is the cottage bathroom ceiling.  Love. Love. Love.

The Lodge...curl up by the fire and read all day.

The greenhouse was empty.
I bet it's wonderful in the springtime.

There's much more to share.  I'll save that for another day.
If you get the chance, it's really a great little getaway.
It's very rustic and simple and was just what we needed.

We met the warm and wonderful staff, had a delicious breakfast prepared for us and had our own made to order pets to love on.
Pearl and Pearl made it seem like home and truly, we felt welcomed like old friends.
While it was off season, it was perfect.  Quiet and secluded and peaceful.
Sophie and Henry were a little suspicious when we arrived home, but they were soon distracted by the smell of jerky from Chappell Hill.
Or it could have been the plate sized cinnamon roll we brought home from Royer's.
We'll definitely go back.

Oh, yes, did we have pie.
Skip pie at Royer's?
Well, it's just not done.

More on that later...I've got sleepy eyes.

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