| | The Grounds At Stringfellow's, the elegance of our interior space is complemented nicely by the beauty of our surroundings. We are situated in the lee of the Blue Ridge Mountains with superb views from almost any part of the grounds. The rolling farmland to the front of the Inn is inhabited only by deer ,raccoon and foxes, and Inn guests are often serenaded at dusk by the gentle lowing of the cows cared for by the local farmer. A favorite pastime of many of our local neighbors is to “hack out” –or, to lay people, trail ride-directly over the road from the Inn, so it is not unusual to spot horse enthusiasts, in full English attire, riding across the pasture. Occasionally, you might even hear a voice shout “Tally ho!”, and suddenly a group of riders fashionably suited in brilliant red hunt jackets and polished black boots, surrounded by excited hounds, may streak across our paddock. Animal lovers, don’t worry-we have it on good authority that foxes generally lead the riders on a merry, but ultimately fruitless, chase! The gardens at Stringfellow’s are spontaneous and colorful, filled with culinary herbs, blossoming annuals, and thriving perennials. We have taken care to select plants and flowers that are fragrant and lush, attracting rainbow colored butterflies, hummingbirds, and our favorite, the praying mantis. We want you to feel like you can touch, sniff and enjoy the feel of the country, so our grounds are casual and natural, perhaps reminding you of the weekend at your grandmother’s farm when you were a child. We invite you to take time out to relax in the Inn’s gazebos in the front or rear gardens and watch nature in all her glory. Bring your camera and photograph the birdlife encouraged to thrive in the Inn’s gardens, or capture forever the beautiful views surrounding the Inn without leaving the comfort of your chair. Celebrate the passing of the seasons; Spring, when the world awakes in full bloom, the lazy, hazy days of Summer, the sparkling, brilliant colors of Autumn and even Winter, when the world sleeps under a pure, fluffy blanket of white. | |