Bye, baby Bunting.

Cocoa’s gone a hunting,

To get a little rabbit skin

To wrap her baby Chipper in. . . .

Bye, baby Bunting.

Cocoa’s gone a hunting,

A rosy wisp of cloud to win

To wrap her baby Chipper in .

≈ It’s official Chip came home to live with Cocoa Joy  at Pretty Hill!

His full name is Cocoa’s Chocolate Chipley of Pretty Hill. ≈

A friend said these sort of look like something that was taken over in England, and I almost have to agree. Today was overcast but bright and bright can be hard to photograph at times. Instead of being taken across the “pond,” these were taken at the Atlanta Botanical Gardens.

Atlanta’s skyline is in the background of this photo.

Ignoring the camera, ignoring me, and without a care in the world! But Saturday . . . is coming and so is Chip, her new eight-week old brother. Someone pray for me!

Haddock Inn was located in the foothills of northeast Georgia two miles north of the city of Toccoa. In the early 1900′s, it was a popular tourist destination, but by 1911, its popularity had faded. That same year, Richard and Evelyn Forrest purchased the Inn  from Toccoa businessman E.P. Simpson with the idea of establishing a school for mountain children. Classes began in the Fall of that same year and so did the history of Toccoa Falls College.

Though the Inn burned in 1913, the lake remains. It is just not as large as it once was. Above is a postcard of the Inn from 1901. It has been colorized, and I’m sure the sail boat was added by the artist. But then, maybe there once were sail boats in the lake at Toccoa Falls.

Last Saturday, students began to remove a heavy lining that was installed in the lake bed a few years ago. Soon, it will be refilled and returned to its natural beauty.

Toccoa Falls is just a short walk from the lake that once bordered the foundation of Haddock Inn. It is 186 feet high and a fantastic destination for those who live in the Atlanta area.

I chose to help clean up the area near the base of the falls instead of trampling around in the lake bed.

Have you ever had a memory that seems to follow you around and beg for “air” time in your thoughts? This is one of those memories. It keeps “popping” up in my mind. So, I decided to post the photo and maybe it will leave me alone. (smile) It was taken on a Sunday afternoon; rain had been falling all day, and a serious chill was in the air. Suddenly, around 5 p.m., the sun came out and the colors of England were all around us. But before heading back to London for the night, we ducked into this pub and ate blazing hot Shepherd’s Pie, drank cups of hot English tea, and talked—lots—of course. Our tummies were full and so were our minds with thoughts of how we had just eaten dinner in a place that was established in 1518!