A Country Inn Nature Day

Ah, Nature

There is nothing quite as refreshing as spending time in nature so on this Country Inn Day I gather up a book or two and head out to the gardens of Stan Hywet Hall in Akron, Ohio.

The entrance to Stan Hywet

I always feel that I’m leaving earth and going off to heaven as I enter the gates of Stan Hywet. With a little imagination they could be the gates of heaven. I enter and leave all cares behind me.

The entrance driveway

I enter slowly with great anticipation.

The Country House in all its glory

But the house is not what I’m interested in today. I do love love country houses but today is a Nature day. I’m off to the gardens. In each garden I shall sit and read for a bit taking in the beauty all around me. Do join me on this outing.

The rhododendrum alley

Years ago the rhodos were huge and glorious but then they became overgrown and it was necessary to replant a new supply. Sad that gardens, like people, get old and pass on. So much of human life can be seen in nature. I walk on and see before me a row of lovely evergreens.

Lush and green

And now on to the sunken English Garden. It’s my favorite.

path to the English Garden

I walk on and enter the stairs which take me down.

The stone work is so beautiful. The statuary enchanting. I come to the door of the garden. The anticipation ….

Entrance to the English Garden

Once inside I find a bench and enjoy my book with the beauty of plants, water, statuary and beautiful stonework all around me.

I could stay in The English Garden for hours but there are so many other gardens to enjoy. I must move on.

My next location for reading

I get comfortable on this stone bench, hard yes, but so beautiful. As I sit here and read I look up and see the lovliest stone balisters.

What workmanship

Eventually I walk forward and look down beyond the balisters at a garden below. There’s a path with lovely stepping stones between the flowering plants.


Moving on I approach a look out point.

“Beauty is the gift of God” so says Aristotle.

I stop here and reflect for a while. In this setting all cares melt away. Beauty does that for me and for most people, so it is important to place ourselves in beautiful surroundings as often as possible. But now join me in the Japanese Garden.

It is so peaceful here, down many stone steps. You’ve seen the bench where I sit wih my book. People occasioanlly walk by but they are quiet. In the words of Walt Whitman – “I loaf and invite my soul.”

So many paths. Which one to follow?
The remnants of an old tennis court

The residents of this house years ago enjoyed a swimming pool inside the house, but out here they played tennis. They are gone now and the court is almost gone, but not quite. Some poles still exist which must’ve supported the fencing to catch their balls.

Dressed for the game

You don’t have to rely on your imagination to picture the people of the past playing tennis here because there are pictures posted of these privledged folks enjoying themselves. The fashions of the past do look uncomfortable for playing tennis but they were elegant. At times I wish the styles would return “but the tender grace of a day that is dead will never come back to me” so says Alfred Lord Tennyson.

Another path

I keep walking and I see a stream and a romantic bridge in the distance.

Reminds me of Monet’s garden at Giverney, France but I’m right here in Akron, Ohio.

I climb the bridge, look at the fish and toads in the pond below and then walk up, up, and up, to the rolling lawns near the house.

So many stone steps

There is much open space.

I sit on a bench with a view of the lawn and the house.

After some resting and some reading I make my way to the Birch tree allee.

So many Birch trees and with such attractive stepping stones in the walkway.

The path ends at a look out point

What interesting twin construction
The area below

I look down and there’s another area to investigate but first I come upon a large brick drive. It leads to the house. Supplies were delivered to the house using this entranceway.

so many bricks

I keep walking to the cutting gardens

Lin Yutang said, ” Talk of mysteries! Think of our life in nature – daily to be shown matter, to come in contact with it – rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks!” This is exactly what I’m doing on this Country Inn Nature Day. I’m coming in very close contact with nature.

I see a grape arbor in the distance.


I must investigate.

The grapes are luscious to look at and luscious to nibble. Can we ever have too much of a good thing? The designer of these gardens didn’t know when to stop. The gardens keep going and going and going. Now for a walk down some stairs – yes, more stone steps.

down, down, I went

Now to stroll this area. There are more ponds and much more open space to explore, but as you can see these gardens are so much more than plants. There is a great deal of hardscape.

I go way to the back of the grounds to take it all in and this is what I see.

“O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Edna St. Vincent Millay

I climb back up the many stairs…

Do you notice the flowers set in the stone? Charming.

And I come to the children’s garden. It is a very fun place with fountains that make music and create bubbles. There’s a castle for children to investigate, giant bowling pins for a little game, and a whimsical truck filled with flowers growing in it.

And that’s not all. Next I come to the Greenhouse

and a beauty of a Greenhouse it is too

There’s even a lovely patio beside it – another nice place to sit with my book. And did I mention the Butterfly house?


Inside this building butterflies flit all around you. It’s a very happy place.

Ah nature

There was so much to take in at the gardens here. I shared only a small part of what I enjoyed. I have read that when we observe beauty it becomes us. We carry it with us and express it in the things we do with our lives.

“Think… of the world you carry within you. Rainer Maria Rilke

I reluctantly leave these gardens but the ride home through the Cuyahoga Valley National Park is quite delightful. I pass miles of the most charming yellow flowers growing wild along the road. There were millions of them. I got home and called the park, speaking to a ranger, inquiring what exactly these yellow flowers were and I was told they were called Wing stems.

Earth is crammed with heaven

I’ve had a perfectly wonderful day. I hope you’ve been having wonderful days too. As Henry Miller said, “It’s good to be happy; it’s a little better to know that you’re happy; but to understand that you’re happy and to know why and how… and still be happy, be happy in the being and the knowing, well that is beyond happiness, that is bliss.”

A Country Inn Day is bliss

A Country Inn Nature Day is bliss.

People are not an interruption of our business. People are our business.


These words were first attributed to Walter E. Washington, mayor of Washington D.C. in 1971 and I agree with his sentiments completely.  I’ve told you before that I find The Art of Letter Writing to be a complete treat because it speaks to the physical, social, intellectual and spiritual aspects of our lives simultaneously.  I’ve shared some of the physical aspects of letter writing with you already, but now let’s begin discussing its social aspect.

If you are already a letter writer you know the important role people play in correspondence.  Without people you’d be journaling not letter writing. But if you’re just thinking about getting into letter writing you might be wondering to whom you should write.  The answer is simple.  You can write to anyone and everyone, really, but today let’s start with the obvious, that is, your family and friends.  Letters to certain of these people could actually change your life.  That’s what happened for me.  I might not be married today if I hadn’t been a letter writer years ago writing to family and friends, especially one particular friend named Bill.

Allow me to share my story.  I met Bill in Boston and really liked him, hoping our friendship would blossom into something more, but I had a teaching job in Cleveland.  Bill did not have much hope for any long-distance romance, even ours, but then he didn’t know who he was dealing with – a letter writer!


I left Bill in Boston and went off to my teaching job in Cleveland, but I wrote him every day – and not one letter, but two !  I would send one letter to his office and another would be waiting for him at his apartment at the end of his day.  He couldn’t forget me if he TRIED!  Of course we planned regular visits to each other too , every other week we’d fly back and forth, but without those frequent letters the visits might have stopped.  Letters, especially love letters, are unusual these days and they were equally unusual back then.  This is part of the reason why they had such an impact.

Prince Rainier of Monoco would agree, for he began his courtship with Grace Kelly by letter.  Letters worked for him as they worked for me.  Only 150 letters plus 6 in-person visits and Bill and I were engaged to be married.


Bill wrote letters to me during our courtship, too, some on handsome monogrammed stationery, no less!  He wrote other letters using silly cards.  I loved and kept all his letters and he kept mine.  All these years later Bill and I are still together and we have all those old, wonderful letters to reread whenever we need a little romantic boost.  So you see why I say letters can change your life.  They really can!


Besides writing Bill, I wrote a lot of letters to my parents when I first moved away from home.  My mom would write back to me too, and she included recipes in her letters for I was learning to cook in those days.  Thank goodness for those recipes, or I might not have saved any of mom’s letters.  We so often don’t appreciate everything and everyone until we lose them.  Both my parents are gone now, but I can pick up mom’s letters, letters written in her very own handwriting (so precious!), and as I now read what she and my dad were doing it’s easy to imagine my parents are still with me.  George Sand said it is extraordinary how music sends one back into memories of the past and it’s the same with letters.  Save your letters.  Unlike a lot of material things, letters become more precious with the passage of time.


Fast forward to our sons going off to college.  That’s an emotional time for most parents and for some young people too.  Letters can really help with separation anxiety.  Being an avid letter writer by that point in my life, I used letter writing as a most helpful therapy.  Perhaps I was an itty bit excessive, but I wrote my sons a letter every day the first year they were away, and my pen friend Markel’s mother did the same thing!

By our son’s second year of college I was much more adjusted so I wrote them only every other day.  Their third year?… You guessed it, a letter arrived in their mail box every third day, and by their fourth year away, well, I had to continue what I had started, didn’t I?


Now that I’m quite accustomed to their absence, I write them like a “normal” person, every fifth day.  I have to chuckle though when I hear people say that they send their college-age kids a card at Valentine’s Day or some other specific time. They ask me if I ever thought of doing such a thing and I say, “Why yes, the idea had crossed my mind… about a million times!“.

Did our sons write back to me?  No.  Did they read my letters?  I think they read most of them eventually.  Did they find the gift cards I included in those letters?  Of course.  But, regardless of their lack of enthusiasm, did I enjoy writing to them?  You bet!


And I think in years to come my sons just may appreciate my letters more, as I now appreciate my mom’s letters.  If not them, maybe their wives or children will be delighted to have my letters.  The bottom line is that writing to my sons helped me cope at a time of emotional transition.

Writing family is an obvious choice when looking for correspondents, a choice you probably thought of on your own, so go ahead and write those people you already know and love.


Corresponding with friends, friends who have moved away, is another obvious choice.  I find it most interesting that some of my oldest friends are not those folks who remained living near me, but rather those who moved far away.  Because we wrote each other across the miles and over the years we kept in touch and preserved our friendship.  Most of my local friends who stayed in the neighborhood and were quite available gradually were taken for granted, and in most cases faded off into social oblivion.  I guess there’s truth to the line that absence makes the heart grow fonder… at least if you’re a letter writer.

But that doesn’t mean we can’t write to people who live nearby.  I now have many pen friends who live across town or even in the same town where I live.  Though these locals friends might meet me for coffee, lunch, or afternoon tea we still enjoy writing letters and notes to each other.  In some cases we don’t even bother using the postal service to deliver our letters.  We will draw our own version of a postage stamp on our envelopes and tuck the letters in our friend’s front door.  Why not? It’s fun!  The telephone is often an interruption, but letters sit quietly until the time is right for them to be read.


I’m sure my local friends and I are not the only people who enjoy writing letters to those we are able to visit in person.  Henry Miller, the novelist, was quite a scribnomniac.  Even when he lived in the same house with Laurence Durell they often exchanged letters.  In fact, for most of Henry’s life he wrote dozens of letters a day to people he could have easily engaged in conversation, and did!  As it is to all writers, writing was life and breath to him, as it has become to me – maybe with you too.  Erica Jong said Henry put out words as a tree put out leaves. Many people put out a great many words by mouth every day.  They might find putting those words down on paper to be as pleasurable an experience if not more so.

Family, far-away friends, friends who live nearby… these are all people to whom we can write, and in doing so we will enhance our relationships, but there are more – lots more people who are just waiting to hear from us, and I can’t wait to tell you who they are, but that will have to wait till next time.