Ravenhead Inn B and B - Warminster, PA

a chorus line of raggedy ann and raggedy andy greets you as you wake in your "country high" four-poster. surrounded as you are by a profusion of polychrome patchwork, in a room where chairs are tables; carpetbags pictures: and amish hats ah, but then, things are not always as they seem in the world of whimsy.

real barons and robber barons churned the green waters of victorian era america into a sea of opulence that spilled over into their fifth avenue mansions and "country cottages" in newport. you will be awash in the green of dollars and easily imagine yourself as jay gould or lady astor in your "gilded age" boudoir.

tr rough-rode his way up san juan hill and into the presidency at the dawn of the 20th century, and even more than his big stick, he loved the outdoors -hunting, fishing, riding- at a time when his peers thought of roughing it as "high tea in the garden." if teddy were here, he would feel right at home in this posh, society bunkroom.

squirrels chase each other up and around a giant oak: a butterfly flits among a maze of lilacs and hydrangeas in golden spring sunshine: a jackrabbit hops lazily along an old picket fence sniffing for goodies under an azure sky; while you sway dreamily in your hammock, pondering nothing, cooled by the wafting breeze and cotton-ball clouds drifting overhead, more a feeling than a room.