So, spring is definitely springing here in Shoreham, despite a brief episode of snow on April 28. We got a few inches, which is nothing compared to the 22 inches they got in other parts of the state…. Anyway, now back to regularly scheduled spring, which, in this particular Inn’s business, means chores. And more chores. Our busy season for rooms begins in about mid-May, so April and May are a whirlwind of every imaginable planned and unplanned chore. We’re getting the garden organized (for the first time using some outside help, and it makes me so happy I could weep), windows are being cleaned, last coats of paint are being put on the trim in the Bird Room, we have to figure out what to do about the woodpecker hole in the new Barn, the photographer has been to take photos of the new Barn Suites, the swan-neck lights can go back up to light up The Shoreham Inn sign now that we ‘really’ should be out of danger of snow sliding off the roof and breaking them. I’ll stop, this list doesn’t make very interesting reading.

Before I go, I feel I must pause and offer some sympathy to my husband, who, despite loving just about everything about making the move from the UK to America, did make one great sacrifice. His birthday is in early May, and back home the first weekend in May is a ‘Bank Holiday’ weekend – the direct equivalent of Memorial Day weekend here; a Monday off and the kick-off to summer. And so, for most of his life, he’s had a long weekend to celebrate his birthday. Instead, he’s in the midst of installing air conditioners, hosing down garden furniture and gathering metal for Green Up day recycling. One of the things we have found in making this move between countries, is that you kind of gain all the holidays, or always feel you are missing out on the one being celebrated on a different day in the other place. Rather than rejoice in Memorial Day weekend, which we do, we also feel we are missing out on the May Bank Holiday weekend. Mother’s Day – very confusing – which one do you choose for sending your mother a card? The Mother’s Day in the country you live in, or the country she lives in? (Mothering Sunday in the UK is tied to Easter. It is always a certain number of weeks before Easter and is related to the tradition of giving domestic servants a Sunday off to go and see their own families, before the craziness of preparing for Easter celebrations in their place of work. How’s that for some education here on this blog?)

I suppose, as an Inn and Restaurant, we’re here to help you celebrate it all. And ultimately it really doesn’t matter what or where your occasion occurs, if you choose to spend it with us, we are honored and will do our best to make it as special as possible.

Huh, that’s not where I thought this blog post was headed. Oh well, I’ve got chores to get back to.