What a trip! Never having stayed at the Boykin Cottage, we weren’t sure what to expect – but our expectations were exceeded.
The cottage is nestled in acres of woodlands, but not too far from Saluda’s quaint downtown. The original cottage is very old, but since purchasing the surrounding land, the owners added a bedroom and sunroom, updated the kitchen, and now rent it for weekend getaways.
These pictures do not do the cottage, nor the surroundings, justice — but here goes!
The screened porch on the front of the cottage was very nice. I awakened early Friday morning to the pitter-patter of rain on the tin roof, so I jumped out of bed, perked my coffee,
bundled up and rocked on the porch for over an hour.
No book necessary.
“Be still and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10
Here’s the kitchen – nice, clean and updated.
It was also immune to cooking this weekend.
Now that’s my kind of kitchen. 🙂
Here’s the den – comfy, clean and great magazines. It also has a working fireplace but we didn’t use it this time. It was chilly on Saturday, but not enough for a fire. The windows behind the couch still have the old wavy glass. Love it!
This picture doesn’t do the sunny exposure justice.
Outside the windows were cedars, oaks and other beautiful trees. Just like a treehouse!
And now to true beauty…
God’s handiwork at its best in the Carolina mountains.
(Click picture to enlarge)
The road leading to the cottage. The road less traveled.
That’s what I like.
The view just outside the cottage.
It’s the little things that matter.
These red impatiens and nandina’s lined the screened porch.
A simple but colorful greeting.
Another view just steps away from the cottage.
The owners have made several small trails throughout the property.
Look closely and you’ll see a hammock surrounded by
fallen leaves and beautiful trees.
It was one of my favorite places to be this weekend.
Here’s why. Check out the view (below) while lying in the hammock:
Looking straight up! (Click picture to enlarge)
And last, but not least, another piece of God’s handiwork… Rupert.
Some hearts skip a beat at the sound of a roaring ocean. Not mine. This heart is drawn to, comforted, and soothed by the beautiful NC mountains.
But it’s always nice to return home.