Peaks of green pushing through a sea of white. Where the rain cooled air meets the warmth of a spring evening. Angels wings touching the tender green vegetation. A chorus of crickets and frogs ushering out the rain as well as rivers of thick yellow pollen. A menace to our nose, a blessing to all things that are spring. TGIF Y’all!!! Get your Spring on!
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The main lodge of The Secret was constructed in 1965 by M.G. Weaver who was the owner of Peoples Telephone Company. Upon completion he occupied it as his personal residence. He also owned a local park called Canyon Land Park which was a small amusement park. According to the previous owners, Jeff Cook told them…
Laundry. It is the true enemy of a bed and breakfast owner. And for those of you who believe everything you are told I’ve got some bad news. There is not a laundry soap in existence that will get out stains by just adding it to the washing machine. Any and all stains must be…
Like buzzards descending upon a carcass they land. Snatching, grabbing, screaming! The sounds of horns honking are enough to drive a saint insane! Now, flip over in your mind, to a place with utter silence. The only sound in the winter, the coyotes howling in the distance, the gentle (well sort of) braying of the…
In 1965 when the main lodge of The Weaver Mansion, now The Secret Bed and Breakfast was constructed it was built on solid rock. The building itself is concrete and steel. The main lodge area, which serves as a breakfast and gathering area has a tile floor which was imported from Italy. According to one…
Mistakes are little more than opportunities to learn. Everyone makes them because no one is perfect, it is a matter of making sure that what is taken away from them is more of a positive than a negative. Don’t be too quick to judge the mistakes of others, you never know what they are going…
“.. only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. ~Ruth Stout There is nothing like a warm winter afternoon perched high upon the roof to make one appreciate the beauty and solitude that stretches before us. The sunlight warming an ordinarily cold ground…