This year, my husband and I celebrated 18 years of marriage by going to the Inn at Cedar Falls in the Hocking Hills, for dinner and to spend the night. Last year, we'd been there for our anniversary dinner and had really liked the place and the food, and this time we decided we'd try the inn itself.
Our room, the "Whir-poor-will," turned out to be spotlessly clean and lovely, and while it did not have a private balcony, is off this long porch.
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The view to the back is to the inn's garden, where we espied a huge groundhog trying to get in to sample the greens that are protected by the high fence. The groundhog was not successful.
The view to the front was to the nicely kept garden, which, despite the lack of rain that has browned the grass all over the state, looked lovely and nicely kept, and afforded us a very nice stroll before dinner.
The sweetest surprise was the swallow and her babies, serenading us from above on an emergency light in the porch outside our room.
And the beautiful wren that my husband caught singing an avian aria while we sat to watch the sunset from the inn's rooftop garden.
That's where my husband also took this picture, a self-portrait of sorts, which I think is very cute. Not bad for 18 years together. No, not bad at all.
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