The weather has been so humid the last few days. The mosquitoes are gigantic so our Saturday work day was especially uncomfortable. As usual, many hands make for a lot of progress and we are getting geared up for a weekend wedding. 

We have received many wonderful compliments since opening our doors last September but this recent review on TripAdvisor calls us a “Chic relaxed haven” and we feel so excited by those three words. We believe we have a special spot here in Windsor, Vermont that truly is a step away from the hustle and bustle and hope we can help each guest have a relaxing time. As for chic…now, that just makes a blush. What a wonderful compliment!

The next few days we are gearing up for a booked weekend at the Inn as we welcome visitors and participants for the Vermont 50 Race. Then we will be moving right into a wedding weekend and peak foliage. Here we go!

Today we celebrate the 127th year since Max’s birth in 1884. The Writer’s Almanac had another wonderful segment honoring his birth that you can read here. We feel lucky to have this incredible family connection to the history of our inn and are continually excited about the richness this provides to the experience.

“An editor does not add to a book. At best he serves as handmaiden to an author. A writer’s best work comes entirely from himself.
–Maxwell Perkins




“. . .There is just one person in the world today who believes I will ever come to anything. That person is Maxwell Perkins, but that man’s belief means more to me now than anything on earth, and the knowledge that I have it far outweighs the belief of everyone else” 


–Thomas Wolfe

An excerpt of this morning’s Writer’s Almanac:

A Harvard grad, Perkins started his publishing career in the advertising department at Scribners, the venerable — and distinctlyPrinceton — publishing house. In 1914, Perkins joined the editorial staff, where he quickly shook things up at the staid, highly traditional company by seeking out new, young writers. His first major — and controversial — acquisition came five years later with the manuscript of an unknown St. Paul man. Originally titled The Romantic Egoist, an earlier draft had been roundly dismissed and rejected by the other editors in the house, but Perkins saw promise. When F. Scott Fitzgerald revised and resubmitted the book as encouraged, Perkins accepted it against the judgment of his colleagues. The book, now titled This Side of Paradise, was a smash success, as was the follow-up, The Beautiful and the Damned.
Perkins’ editorial eye, however, wasn’t yet fully trusted by his co-workers. Fitzgerald’sThe Great Gatsby was a commercial disappointment, and still Perkins had the temerity to pay attention when the novelist recommended the work of an American writer he’d met in Paris: Ernest Hemingway. Again, Perkins had to fight his firm to publish Hemingway’sThe Sun Also Rises, considered profane for the time. Eventually, Scribners conceded that Perkins seemed to have a knack for his job. He became the editorial director.