“The last stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.” — William Butler Yeats
Do you stay in B&B’s when you travel? That’s probably one of the most frequently asked questions from our guests. We always smile, look at each other with a secret little gleam in our eyes, and answer, “No, we don’t.” And, of course, the next question is, why not?
There’s never a dull moment when you own/operate a Bed and Breakfast. Trust me on this. Last night I prepped a large baking dish of french toast souffle, (it has to refrigerate overnight) only to discover this morning that two of our guests left early.
As we ready (and steady) ourselves for the upcoming tourist season, which includes the baking of a gazillion cookies, I was reminded of a hilarious article I read on the Huff Post about
stupid idiotic not so smart things people say when it comes to reviewing their travel experiences.
“One day I heard someone talking about ‘sifting sand’. I liked the sound of those words and scribble in my notebook ‘old man sifts sand’ tells stories…’ and forgot about it.
Then one day I was on a beach, watching the sand trickle through my fingers and thought, what if every grain held a story. And what if someone were able to tell those stories by sifting the sand?” – Wikiquote
Every spring it’s the same thing – the onset of my love/hate relationship with this blossoming time of year – and it’s about to roll around again come Thursday, March 20. The first day of spring 2014. Yesterday, it hailed in southern Oregon. Go figure. Blossoms through the hail, it’s a symphony of contrasts.
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity…” ~ John Muir
I am not someone who will sleep under the stars, or in a tent, or in a rustic cabin or go anywhere near anything that creeps, slithers, buzzes, flies, sneaks, spins a web, etc. but, I do absolutely love to be outside and I love to hike, as long as the hike doesn’t include me edging along some precarious cliff face because as I’ve mentioned before, I’m burdened with a wicked fear of heights.