If I had a nickel for every time someone said to me, “Oh, I’d love to own a B&B, it would be so much fun.” I’d be able to add a couple of dollars to my growing stash of if I had a nickel wealth.

If I had a nickel for every time someone told me I should write a book about our lives in the hospitality industry, I’d be a wealthy woman.  Well, no, actually, I’d have about $1.35 in my pocket but you get my point.

Every now and then we’ll have guests stay with us because they are scouting out property; thinking of relocating to the Rogue Valley, Ashland specifically.  When asked how we like living here my response pretty much goes like this:  we very much enjoy Ashland because it is small enough to have a sense of community, but large enough that not everyone knows your business.

I recently wrote a poem (kind of) about my love of fall and I titled it Falling.  You can read it here, if you’d like.  Sometimes, words just aren’t necessary.  Here is a small sampling of what fall looks like in the Rogue Valley of southern Oregon; it is a feast for your eyes.

There are days when I sit and stare at this computer screen and think, “What in the hell were you thinking – who would want to read what you have to say?”  Then there are days when I stare at this computer screen and think, “This blogging thing is the best gift I have ever given myself!” Yay me! A little neurotic?

Remember that iconic commercial? “Where’s the beef?”  Brilliant marketing on the part of Wendy’s Hamburgers.

And then there was the whole “Oprah – vs – The Beef People” debacle of 1998.  Not so brilliant for the beef industry.

If you’ve been reading this little ole blog of mine for a while, you know that we own and operate a B&B in southern Oregon – and you know that when we’re not hosting guests, we’re out traveling the world.  We’re learning to streamline and we’re constantly looking for the perfect backpacks.

Ah… Julia, I admire you even more now that I’ve read your book, My Life in France. This book had me from the get go and even though I found it to be a little disjointed in places, I understand the reason for it because these were Julia’s words as told to her husband, Paul’s, grandnephew, Alex Prud’homme.

When you think of the word fall, what comes to mind?  For me, it’s always about the fall season – my absolute favorite time of the year.  For others it might be about the time he/she took a face plant fall or saw a magnificent water fall or …