So I know you can’t see all the woodland creatures in these back yard Inn shots, because they fly away and scamper off when I walk outside to take a picture. No kidding: bright red cardinals flitting from tree to tree, bluebirds chattering on the fences, tiny baby bunnies hopping among the plants, annoying squirrels twitching their fuzzy tails, little white butterflies drifting lazily among the flowers….they populate the place like paid extras on a movie set.
I think it’s the plethora of lush plantings put in by the former owners that attract the friendly wildlife. And they’re not just in the back forty (the woodland creatures, not the former owners). They hang out by the front steps, they frolic around the side porch, they stop and wink at you before running off, and they gather in the back yard as if Walt himself had called.
Sometimes in the mornings or evenings I’ll sit on the back porch with a cup of coffee or a relaxing beverage and watch all these tiny animals run around. Truly, I am astounded daily by their sheer numbers and often feel compelled to break out in a Disney tune while elegantly floating down the steps with my arms outstretched. The little birds would land gently on my upturned palms and sing a happy song while we twirled and pirouetted through the colorful flowers and green foliage.
[Note: If I knew how to do it I would photoshop a picture of myself dressed as Cinderella twirling in the shrubbery there on the left. Since I don’t know how to do that, maybe you can print this page and color in your own dancing Cinderella.]
One day I will throw some diaphanous fabric on the back porch and wait for those bluebirds to stitch up a new dress for me so I can go to the ball. No mice allowed in this venue, though.