We came upon Trenton, Florida, home of the Suwannee Valley Shoppes, where there were sweet English-cottage style gardens.
...in enormous quantities. I still have nightmares about needlework lessons ar school but for someone who loves that sort of thing, it would be a paradise..
Complete with old-fashioned cotton reel dispenser.
It even had a little ol' ice cream parlour.
I loved the retro pink and blue tables against the black-and-white floor, though when we tried to buy ice creams, there was suddenly no one there, perhaps a good thing for our waistlines. It was like being in an Alice in Wonderland fantasy. One blink and it just might all disappear in a puff of candy floss.
The salt and pepper pots were a nifty touch.
A retired railway station. We see a lot of those on our route. Americans really should go back to railways.
The Suwannee Valley Quilt Shop(pe), according to its signs, managed to be both a shop and a shoppe and it contained a quilt I fell in love with - all on a watermelon theme.
This being my favourite patch.
If they'd just known, they could have named their price. I would have given anything (well almost) to have that watermelon pig and his environs. But he wasn't for sale. It was a love affair destined never to bloom. He'll live on only in fond memory.