This past weekend, Brewster held its 27th Annual Brewster in Bloom celebration. The festivities were made especially memorable because everything at the Old Manse Inn, from the daffodils to the magnolia tree, was in full bloom.
As a rule, all the daffodils pop up in March and are gone by the time Brewster in Bloom comes around. In addition to all the beautiful Spring flowers, we had amazing weather – sunny, dry and about seventy degrees. In the spirit of the weekend, Maggie, my friend Joan, and I, participated in the Cape Cod 5 – 5K Bloom Run, which this year, was dedicated to the victims of the terrorist attack at the Boston Marathon.
This was the first time for me and Maggie, and we entered as walkers. We had a great time, and finishing the race gave us a real sense of accomplishment.
We barely had time to recover from the race when it was back to the Inn to prepare for the next event – The Brewster in Bloom Parade. Our assistant innkeeper’s husband donated his cool little car for the parade. My dear friend Judy, who is clearly more talented than I, created all the art work for our sports-car-float. This year’s theme was “green” and since the Old Manse Inn is green-certified, Judy decorated the car with a fantastic creation of the inn with trees and bunnies. As we were advised not to throw candy from our “float” we engaged the services of our granddaughter, Gianna and her friend Kim to walk along-side and hand out special handmade bags of Old Manse Inn candy.
I haven’t been in a parade since I was a girl scout in grammar school. I was amazed at the amount of attendees. I can’t think of a better way to spend an afternoon with family and friends. We had beautiful weather, great entertainment – and it’s all free. Guests of the Old Manse Inn enjoyed mimosas on our porch, which is the perfect spot for viewing the parade.
It didn’t end there. The Old Manse Inn opened its doors for an open house. The historical society was here to sell tickets for this summer’s “Widow’s War Tour of Satucket Village”.
You aren’t going to want to miss next year’s festivities – so I promise to send out reminders.