Based on the listing photos, Mary and I had high expectations of Sweet Briar Farm. They were exceeded in every possible way. From first sight thru first night on that huge deck, we were hooked. How did we love thee, Sweet Briar Farm? Let us count the ways. Solitude, the quiet, the bird song and bird flight, the three hundred and thirty degree view from the deck, the ravines and distant buttes, and the endlessly changing, beautiful, big and cloud streaming sky, the comfy bed and wonderful bedding, that happy view from the living room that looks south and west, the fully functional kitchen, and finally, Merlin, feline greeter extraordinaire and delightful companion.
We don't know how they did it, but our hosts, Mark and Ann, arranged for a Dickcissel, a bird we'd never seen, to appear in the branches of the dead tree right off the deck on our first night. Then, at sunrise the next morning, they had a coyote sit on a little hillock not a hundred yards away. He threw back his head and yip, yip, yipped for us. Everyday, almost every hour, brought new delights. As long time birdwatchers and dues paying members of the Cloud Appreciation Society, we were pretty near ecstatic the entire stay.
Because of earlier visitor comments about the lack of air-conditioning, we wanted to mention that we had no issues like that at all. The bedroom a/c worked well enough for us. If we had any complaint at all, it would be that we found the lighting pretty dim for reading on those nights that rain forced us indoors. Oh, that was another nice surprise. You needn't bother bringing books because the hosts have a large and eclectic library spread throughout the house. The dvd/vhs player wasn't working, but they had many streaming services, and, anyway, if you're going to sit inside and watch tv, you don't deserve this place. Thank you, Ann and Mark for being super hosts.