Being an innkeeper is a labor of love. As I learn more about blogging; jumping into the world of blogging with both feet, not sure of where this path is going, I hope to learn more from others as time goes on. I see more and have learned to love more about this job everyday.
It’s working for myself, managing my time; and realizing that being my own boss is more time consuming that working for someone else. I push myself harder than any employer EVER did. I realize I get less sleep and I always seem to be cooking and looking for the right ingredient – driving all over town until I find it. I could go on about that – but I like food. Good food makes people feel good. I like watching others talk over a good meal with a hot cup of coffee and time on their hands.
Everyone needs a break. This is the only town where on a quiet day, sitting in the rocking chair on my porch, you can hear the leaves fall. They are a pretty color this time of year, and it seems they fall in anticipation of the first snowfall of the year. I don’t think it’s going to be a harsh winter, although as I research the internet, I am seeing sites that claim this winter will be a cold and snowy one. The wooly worms aren’t as black as they were last year. Some say that’s a good sign. The squirrels aren’t active yet, although I have seem them start gathering nuts as we are now in November.
I love Weston and its quiet charm. It’s a great place to sit and relax, reflect and recharge.