Summer Like A Dream

Remember the summer, laughter and fun?

Friends, blue skies, lazy days and the golden sun.

Worries forgotten, responsibilities gone.
Summer is there but never for long.

Why does it go by so fast?
It's never in the present, always in the past!

Wish for a moment - a second or two.
Summer will come back, just for me and you.

- Lara Inman

Calm

Soft, slow strains of music flowed over her like water, warmed from the sun, gently lapping over smooth pebbles. Recalling what happened an hour, or even a minute ago was useless; her mind was empty. The stress of the day had gently slipped down her shoulders and arms, and on to the ends of her fingers to slowly drip to a puddle of nothing on the floor. There were no worries; if only she could feel this way for a lifetime...calm.

Why?

Why do we wait til a person's gone before we tell his worth?
Why not tell him now he's the finest man on earth.

Why do we wait til a person's gone to send him flowers galore?
When a single rose would have meant so much if we'd taken it to his door.

Why do we wait til he cannot hear the good things that we might say?
Why put it off, why not tell him now and share in his joy today?

Of course we're busy, that's our excuse. But why, oh why do we wait
     to tell a person our love for him until it becomes too late?

- Lela Lynch

It's Not Enough

It's Not Enough 

Time to think...Time to hide...Time to realize things inside.

Time to work...Time to pray...Time if I just want to play.

Time to sing...Time to cry...Time to know the reasons why.

Time to talk...Time to feel...Time to strengthen nerves of steel.

Time for friends...Time to grow...So MANY things I'd like to know.

My times possessed, But time I need...Is this wanting/needing GREED?

- Patricia McDonald 

The Move is Complete

Welcome to News From Nestle Inn. Yesterday I moved this blog from Wordpress over here to Blogger. There were restrictions on Wordpress that I thought wouldn't matter. But after a year I have found the need to expand, and I believe Blogspot will be a nice foundation for such a move.

This is actually the first post I have written here (all other posts were imported), and therefore the move is complete. I hope you like what you're reading and continue to visit. Please don't hesitate to leave a comment every now and then. It would be nice to hear from you.

So, until next time... get outside and grab some sun.

Feet

Over a year ago I had a guest who traveled here to Michigan from Oklahoma to visit her father. During her visit she had the opportunity to acquire some family history all bound up in several large, old ledgers. The handwritten daily entries dated from the late 1800's to the 1950's. Among the numerous artifacts contained in these books were notations of how many pigs or cows were sold or butchered, who owed what, and recipes  to make soap, chicken feed, and pig wormer; who was born, who died, who got married or divorced. I was right in my glory when my guest allowed me to copy some of the items I found interesting. Actually, all of it was interesting, but I only had so much ink and paper. To me, family history is the foundation of where we live. And every family has interesting history.

Among the items and entries I copied were newspaper clippings. One such is dated August 2, 1927 and it was a regular newspaper column titled "Lyrics of Life" by Douglas Malloch where poetry was the theme. I have typed the poem below.

I am unaware of what town newspaper the clippings originated from that I found in the old ledgers, but it had to be from a city in the southwest part of Michigan where the family was once established. Thank you to Mikki Mast for her generosity in allowing me to rifle through her family history.

Feet

by Douglas Malloch

Feet go walking up and down,

Taking folk all over town,

Great big feet in great big shoes,

Little feet like babies use,

Quiet feet like mothers wear,

Noisy feet that just don't care,

Children's feet that romp and run,

Old, old feet whose romp is done.

People seldom think about

How their feet help people out,

Take them where they want to go,

Just as though they seemed to know,

Always take them somewhere, then

Always bring them back again.

People don't appreciate

How their feet just work and wait.

Father talks about his hands,

But it's on his feet he stands.

Sister talks about her face,

That won't take her any place.

People go buy hats to wear,

But their feet must fetch them there.

Feet, no matter what one spends,

Are just about our best of friends.

WooHoo!

I am excited! Just got back from the grocery store with the Midland Daily News in hand. Inside on page A6 is an article about Nestle Inn B&B and the Lavender Tea Room. Please have a look here if you're so inclined.

Thank you to Karen Gruber for writing the article. Sandra and I met Karen and her husband when they were here for Valentine's Tea in the Lavender Tea Room.

With the new addition of Sandra's caboose (as in train caboose; no pun was actually intended) along with the teas she will be hosting in the Lavender Tea Room there will be plenty to do this year at Nestle Inn Bed and Breakfast.