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Good news and sad news from over the hilltop this last week. I will start with the good. Our variance meeting for the village permit for Rose of Sharon Bed and Breakfast was Tuesday evening and after some discussion, we were unanimously granted the permit.

Pete launched the website the next day and I have mailed out postcard “coupons” to former customers from the diner both to let them know where we are and what we are doing and to give them a deal if they have family or friends visiting and need somewhere to stay. We are excited, thankful, and a little nervous. One thing we have discovered is how much we enjoy working and talking together. Maybe we’ll make a great team!

Old and new memories

Dick spent a couple of days working in a closet in our office building shelves and installing a light. It is now more useable and better organized. I’m still sorting through boxes of papers from years of home schooling, farming, diner, craft shows, etc. The reason it seems to be taking so long is I read everything, then begin to reminisce, and then don’t want to throw it out. Seems like I just move it to another pile or box which I’ll go through again sometime. Maybe I shouldn’t look in the box and just toss it. Nope, can’t do that. Too many great memories. So, I’ll plod on.

One of my former bakers at the diner stopped by Thursday for a visit. Phyllis and I tried to catch up on life in a short tea-time and did quite well. Then that evening our friends, Dave and Judi, came for a visit, bringing dessert from the Hometown Cafe. Such a wonderful way to end the day.

Muffins and more muffins

Friday I dropped off some blueberry muffins with a crumb topping to the village staff and crew as a thank you for the great job keeping the sidewalk cleared and for the permit finally completed. We had been working on this since the end of October and should have taken a couple of weeks. Guess I should have started the process earlier but God’s timing is always perfect and so this is a perfect time to ease into opening the B&B.

Elbowing each other because the sparks have started to fly

Dick and I are back to elbowing each other because the sparks have started to fly. Sometimes taking off a sweater or just walking across the floor will cause a shock upon embracing or kissing during this cold weather. Better to use elbows first!

I am enjoying January with several more impromptu visits. Sunday evening we had supper at Eric’s and Andrea’s and this morning my friend, Joan, stopped by for tea and muffins. She also took some updated photos of the Daisy room with Dick’s finishing touches of art work over the bed and of the bathroom. And so January continues.

Songs of hope

When I was a teen-ager there were a few songs, some from musicals, that spoke to my heart and life so I sang them often. It was usually on private walks, when afraid or sad, or for scared campers when I was a counselor. One particular song from the musical, “Carousal,” was popular on the radio and though I hadn’t seen the movie, I loved this song. “When you walk through a storm hold your head up high and don’t be afraid of the dark. At the end of the storm is a golden sky and the sweet silver song of a lark. Walk on through the wind, walk on through the rain, Tho’ your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart and you’ll never walk alone. You’ll never walk alone.”

At the time I didn’t realize that God was calling me to Him with this song, but as the years went by, I noticed that He did walk with me, I could hold my head up and brace myself in the storm, and that I wasn’t alone. Why am I writing of this song and does it have to do with the sad news. Yes, it does.

walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart and you’ll never walk alone

Last week I wrote about dreams coming true as Ethan has worked for the making and the release of his documentary “The Unknowns” for many years and it appears to be near completion. This week I write about when dreams die. While our family was gathered for Christmas earlier this month, Karen and Jami joyfully gave us a gift of another grandbaby due the end of the summer. We rejoiced with them that day. But now we grieve with them for Karen miscarried a few days ago and this little dream has died. I sing this song to them though the miles separate us……. Karen and Jami, ” walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart and you’ll never walk alone. You’ll never walk alone.” God doeth all things well.

Though this journal ends on a sad note, we know that “weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” Walk on dear family and friends. With much love, Sharon

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