Mmmmm. It's a warm, clear day here in Narragansett. A bit of a lazy day since the guests left and I haven't prepared the B&B for tonight's guests yet. The aroma of fresh loam is in the air. Mmmmm. It's a lovely aroma, not like the clay dirt smell in the South, not like the dry farm fields of my uncle's farm in the Midwest. So sweet and organic you almost want to make and eat mud pies.
But restraint prevails. It is just the scent dredged up by the Stanley Paving Company (Wakefield, RI) as they regrade the parking lot and partially pave the driveway.
I'm going to enjoy it while I can because I just realized that all that lovely scent is coming through the open windows along with the dust produced by excavation. Enough of the lazy! time to find dusting gear and get to work!
Book a weekday room in October, mention that you want to visit the new driveway and I'll give you a second night half price.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
I remember
Ten years ago our morning started out like any other morning. We were up preparing breakfast for the guests, bumping into each other and grumbling about who was the bigger klutz in the kitchen. A few guests were already eating their fruit course while Dave cooked whatever the entree of the day happened to be. It was a beautiful, upbeat morning in Narragansett.
Until the phone rang.
My neighbor and fellow innkeeper screamed, "Turn on the TV, a plane just hit a building in New York." She knew that Dave, a retired journalist, would want to know. She couldn't know what was to come.
We watched as the second plane struck. Buildings and breakfast burned. We went to tell the guests and to turn on the living room TV. We all stood in a dumbstruck circle watching the horror. No one cared about breakfast anymore.
One guest in particular, Julia Heise, was particularly devastated. She was from Germany and had just been at her company's offices in the North Tower for a few days of meetings before indulging in a visit to New England. I wouldn't normally reveal a guest's name in a blog post but Julia, I think of you every year. And I hope you have healed as well as anyone can who was close to the senseless loss.
So whatever your deity, guiding force, eternal entity, or belief system, think of those unfortunate victims and misguided terrorists. Hold forgiveness in your hearts and your loved ones in your arms and minds.
Until the phone rang.
My neighbor and fellow innkeeper screamed, "Turn on the TV, a plane just hit a building in New York." She knew that Dave, a retired journalist, would want to know. She couldn't know what was to come.
We watched as the second plane struck. Buildings and breakfast burned. We went to tell the guests and to turn on the living room TV. We all stood in a dumbstruck circle watching the horror. No one cared about breakfast anymore.
One guest in particular, Julia Heise, was particularly devastated. She was from Germany and had just been at her company's offices in the North Tower for a few days of meetings before indulging in a visit to New England. I wouldn't normally reveal a guest's name in a blog post but Julia, I think of you every year. And I hope you have healed as well as anyone can who was close to the senseless loss.
So whatever your deity, guiding force, eternal entity, or belief system, think of those unfortunate victims and misguided terrorists. Hold forgiveness in your hearts and your loved ones in your arms and minds.
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