The Secret Bed & Breakfast
Sophie's Vision 27 Feb 2015, 3:36 amStepping out of the door, the cold wind hits you square in the face. In the early hours of the morning it seems particularly harsh. And every morning, rain or shine, hot or cold, they wake at 5:30. Now, I'm no Dr. Doolittle, but I can tell you what Sophie is thinking. She hates the cold, so I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that there are visions of hugging a warm pool deck running through her little head. As she braves the cold to go potty all she wants is to snuggle back under the covers until summer. I think the pool is calling all our names. Bring on Summer!!!!
Snowfall on the Bluff 26 Feb 2015, 4:28 amSolitude. The landscape in front may change, but the feeling still exists. Many have sat here, and many have said, "You just can't capture the feeling and the beauty in a photo". No truer words have been spoken.
Waiting on the Snow! 25 Feb 2015, 3:53 amAs we are missing the warmth of a sunny summer morning, the sounds of the crickets and the frogs just think how sweet it will all be after we have endured the harshness of winter! Belly on up to the fire, soon enough the hummingbirds will return as well as the scorching summer afternoons. We will be wishing soon enough for a crisp,cold winter day to return.
Winter Reflections 24 Feb 2015, 5:53 amIt's eerie how quiet a winter morning can be, you can almost hear the ice forming on the branches of the trees. Even the birds are absent from the feeders in the early morning cold. What a good time to just sit and be still. Alone with your thoughts and a cup of coffee or with no thoughts at all. Just quiet reflection. And while the sweet warmth of summer mornings is missed, as is the twittering of the birds and the sounds of the crickets, winter does have its own attributes. If nothing else, it is a time for rest. All things should be appreciated in their own time.
The Ides of March 23 Feb 2015, 5:58 amThe Ides of March will soon be upon us and for those of you unfamiliar with Roman history this statement referred to the 15th day of the month. Due to a statement made to Julius Caesar it has come to mean a sense of foreboding. But, enough of the history lesson, for us it means that St. Patrick's day will soon be upon us and for those of you who have visited us in the past you know what that means. Music, food and fun!!! So, gather up a few of your closest friends and come join us the weekend of the 14th for a good time. Who knows, maybe the weather will bless us with a rainbow off the bluff!!! It can't stay cold forever!
Just around the Corner!!!! 20 Feb 2015, 5:21 amTGIF Everyone!!! Yes, its going to be a bit of a gloomy weekend. But let's not forget that we must endure the winter to get to the spring and summer. Soon the snow of winter will be replaced with the blossoms falling like snow from the Bradford Pear trees and the birds will be anxiously fluttering about readying their nests for an upcoming brood. It might even be a great weekend for some spring planning of your own. What better way to get through a wet, winter weekend than to make plans for a warm, spring evening on our patio watching the birds, enjoying the flowers and the new friends you are sure to make! Give us a call, spring will fill up fast and you know you want to have your own "Secret" getaway!
Winter's View 19 Feb 2015, 5:27 amIt cut through three layers of clothes like a sharp, steel knife. Burning my eyes and stinging my face. A normally ten minute trip out to potty was a brief five for the dogs. While at the barn the heat lamps barely touched the cold, allowing a thin layer of ice to form on the water inside.
As the sun rose over the horizon its rays penetrated the crisp, clear sky. From inside one could easily be fooled, for the patio looked warm and inviting. A slight crack of the door and reality hits as the cold hits your face. A nice day to stay inside. A nice weekend to sit in the lodge and curl up with a good book in front of the fire. Hot Chocolate anyone???
Jose'-For the love of an Ass. 18 Feb 2015, 5:54 amThe trailer was backed to fit the opening of the gate exactly. It was as if there was fear that the smallest crack could prove to be an escape route. My thoughts, what have I gotten myself into? Have we purchased the Tasmanian devil? Not even close. My first premonition proved to be way off base although for someone raised to have a fear of horses not unjustified. We had been told that we needed a donkey to protect the sweet little goats that I wanted to keep the pasture clean. And of course as an animal lover, for me to pet and love. That didn't prove true either. For the $200 that we paid for two miniature goats and a donkey, it turned out to be the donkey that was the better deal.
As he lumbered out of the trailer that day, he looked around, then plodded off to a waiting hay bail. He had to feel the fear in my touch, yet allowed me to stroke his back. Don't ever let him know your afraid I was advised. But even though that first day I was, he seemed to not be bothered by it. Since then, Jose' and I have had a relationship of love and respect. He respects the fact that if he misbehaves I have no problem popping him on the nose or chasing him with a stick. And I respect the fact that he is bigger than me and that as the "keeper of the goats" he deserves lots of treats and pets. Somehow he has managed to make a donkey lover out of this dog lover. And no matter how many people laugh, when it is too cold or too hot I will always make sure that my ass is comfortable and well fed.