Postcard from The Tinker House

Tinker House

We walked the path to this house, stepping under the shade of trees that had, over the years, kindly joined limbs to create an archway. Once back in the sun, we passed a kitchen and cut flower garden, pausing to admire the soft colors of the lambs ear, lavender and sage and to whisper our marvel at how few people seemed to know about this place. The house, or rather the homestead (as it’s referred to on the plaque nearby), has been here since 1830. Standing back, we took in the picturesque scene: the cobblestones from the nearby fields, all painstakingly added one by one until they combined into this home with its hunter green shutters and flowers that can’t help but spill out along the edges.