Welcome to Magnolia House
I always feel a bit like an intruder at Air BnBs since you are a guest in someone's home, even if they have it set up exactly for your enjoyment. I decided to take a chance on a listing in Fordland, which is somewhere in between Mansfield, Springfield, and Nixa, Missouri. Not only an Air BnB, but a tiny home as well! It was the perfect landing spot for my trip to the heartland for my Laura trip.
Getting there from Springfield was an adventure, as I took backroads and at times no roads from OO to PP to Turkey Hill, through remote farmlands on two-track to find myself at Promised Land Farm B&B, one of a cluster of tiny homes. I was sent a message that I would be staying in the Magnolia House, which was good because someone was already in the house named Here Comes the Sun.
A welcome site after a slog across Illinois and Missouri
I eagerly let myself in and was immediately charmed by the tiny space.
The tiny kitchen and great room
The tiny kitchen was equipped with a tiny stove, a tiny fridge, an itty bitty sink, a Kuerig, and a microwave. I had brought along a backpack cooler and quickly unloaded my food.
Cozy, definitely cozy
I brought my bag in, unpacked my clothes, and settled in. The outlets were in strange places, so I had to make do for light. My picture of the bed wasn't any good so I nicked one from the host. I wish that lamp in the corner had been there when I was, my only complaint was stumbling around in the dark and I stubbed my toe. The lofts, still under construction, were off limits.
A literal washtub
Bathrooms are important and this one was TINY. Tinier than tiny, and the light switch location caused some temporary confusion. I'm not a slender girl, but thankfully small enough to maneuver around the space. Dave would not have enjoyed this. No bathtub, but if I wanted, I could have made it work as the shower was an actual wash tub. Even if I didn't need one, I was going to take a shower in that before my stay was over.
Regrets? Not stoking that firepit to enjoy the solitude
I had dinner on the front porch and took in my surroundings. I enjoyed the solitude, yet was comforted to know I wasn't alone. The hosts were up at the main house, visible in the photo above. There were guests in the Sun house, who gave me a friendly wave when I pulled in. The cicadas were announcing their presence in the woods surrounding my site. And down the hill, someone was practicing their drumming skills. The host is an ordained minister, nurse, and author and the listing made it appear this was a compound for sabbaticals and retreats. I got a wholesome feel from the place, but not an uptight one. Pretty sure all the tiny cottages were named for rock songs.
Yum
Snacked on some Buc-ees Beaver Nuggets and enjoyed reading for a little bit, planning the next day's adventures in Mansfield, the site of Laura's final homestead and where she wrote all the Little House books.
If you find yourself in the Ozarks, I recommend this host.
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