It is quite a thing to visit an almost magical rural land where there is low crime, few youth problems, & less of the things that plague our world. A place where people occasionally plant flowers along the borders of their fields, just for purdy. A place that is a city of tiny farms, of woods, of streams, of covered bridges, of small country lanes, where farmers still use horses. Why ? because the Pennsylvania Dutch wish to please God, and themselves; to love one another, and to be happy. "Summer", Dorothy says, "is such a paradox of lazy days, where one can lay on a hillside and stare at the sky and relive childhood, and long hours of hard work. The Smithton Inn is small enough to be able to help every guest fulfill their expectations, be it only to stroll down a crooked country lane".