On our way out to Honey Pot Hill a couple of weeks ago, I saw a sign for Orchard House and was reminded of my hope to visit there someday. When Bridget mentioned it in her post earlier this week I took it as a sign that it was high time I go... especially since my chances to go are rapidly dwindling.
The drive was fairly short for me, but oh, so beautiful. As I walked up to the house I was flashed back to the opening scene of Little Women and I was a happy girl.
Weird story: As the tour was starting, a woman motioned to me to come into the next room. Having no idea who she was, I resisited, but she persisted. When I walked over, I realized she volunteered at the house and was "offering" to take me on a private tour. When I saw offering, she was really requiring it of me. Why? Because of Meredith. While she didn't come right out and say it, it was clear that was why. It really rubbed me the wrong way. I didn't like being singled out because I had a toddler with me. In some cases, the chance to have a private tour would be welcomed, but it just felt so strange in this one. What do you think? Was I being too sensitive? Or would you have felt funny too?
After the tour, Meredith explored the grounds, while I breathed in deeply the crisp, fall air and enjoyed the bright yellows decorating the trees.