A few weekends ago, my mom and I headed up to The Wayside Inn, in Sudbury, Massachusetts-- the same Wayside Inn that Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote about in his famous Tales of a Wayside Inn. We were there for the Sudbury Colonial Faire, a fife and drum muster that also has a full-blown colonial gathering with period-appropriate dancing, food, and crafts.
|the man of the hour himself|
There was also a reenactment of a Revolutionary War skirmish-- it was pretty intense. I was standing near a little boy and his dad, and the father kept trying to explain what was happening in a historically unbiased manner, which doesn't necessarily compute with a four-year-old who's used to having clearly defined 'good guys' and 'bad guys.'
I really like weathervanes-- there were some beautiful ones around The Wayside Inn. This one was on top of a church.
|this little pathway looked completely untouched by time, it was like something out of a fairytale.|
|did I mention that there were a lot of guys firing muskets? well, there were a whole lot of guys firing a whole lot of muskets.|
I love old stone walls-- I love imagining how many people in different time periods touched this one as they were out for a walk in the woods.
|these golden berries were growing everywhere.|
This is one of my favorite weathervanes ever-- simple and clean and pretty.
|heading to the parade-- I've gotta hand it to this guy for marching barefoot, because it was not a warm day.|