An Eastern Shore Funny Tale
Posted by Abby Rose on Sun, May 23, 2010 @ 05:47 PM
It has been a little over one month since I made my home at the Combsberry Inn, and each day, the Eastern Shore continues to surprise and awe me. Within the past few weeks, Blue Heron have taken to lounging in our water - what spectacular birds they are! Our Magnolia Trees have begun to bloom. The air is thick with their perfume and all three houses on the property boast vases filled with their enormous, fragrant blossoms. Just two nights ago, I encountered a new specimen that I had never seen before.
We had a full house this past weekend, a family here to celebrate the wedding of their beloved niece/cousin. On Friday night, I was certain the entire party was enjoying a rehearsal dinner at the fine restaurant Scossa located in Easton. It had been a long day and I had already settled into my pajamas for the evening however needed to take the dogs out for one final walk before bedtime. Feeling confident in the fact that I wouldn't stumble upon guests while wearing my flannel pajama pants; Cosby, Sophie and I stepped outside to enjoy one last stroll around the grounds.
It was a lovely evening - warm enough that a coat wasn't necessary, yet cool enough that my polar bear printed flannel jammies were not completely out of place (just a wee bit tacky). As we were walking towards the dock, I stopped in horror as I saw a flashlight coming towards us from across the grounds. Trying to be as quick and discreet as possible, I rounded up my dogs and ran. We made a mad dash towards my house as I really didn't want guests to discover my fondness for flannel pants. After sprinting to the house, I closed the door and tried to recall if any of our guests told me that they weren't going to attend dinner at Scossa that evening. I peeked out my blinds, trying to determine who the holder of the flashlight was. Suddenly, I realized there was not just one flashlight, there were hundreds of them!!! The so called "person with a flashlight" was not a person at all, just a lovely firefly! :)
I chuckled to myself as I thought back on the mad dash that just ensued, then walked out into the fresh evening air to enjoy these little beauties as it was the first time I had ever seen one. Fireflies, known to some as lightning bugs, are absolutely beautiful and I love to watch them flicker and flash in the night sky. As I always say the Combsberry Bed and Breakfast is one of the Eastern Shores most magical places, complete with thirty five acres of fireflies and an Innkeeper who continually discovers that every day is an adventure... We hope to meet you soon on your next trip to Oxford, Maryland!
Wishing you all the best until next time,
Abby
"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of the buffalo. It is the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." ~Crowfoot