To Kill a Mockingbird/At Cumberland Falls Bed and Breakfast
Patti at Cumberland Falls August 19th, 2008
There are times in the life of an innkeeper that one feels as though every possible permutation of human experience has been related to you by a guest. Today, one trumped the usual.
I was pouring the orange juice so that it wouldn’t be quite so cold when the guests arrived when a gentleman staying in one of our rooms enters the dining room. We exchanged morning pleasantries and in a bit he makes “the announcement.” It would seem that though he and his wife have checked in for 3 nights and had stayed just one—- they were going to be leaving.
Anxious to identify and immediately rectify, if possible, the problem causing such a decision I asked what the problem was.
His response, totally deadpan was, “The birds sing in the morning.” There are two very beautiful mature trees in the front of our property. One, on Ohio buckeye and the other a Linden tree. Both are exquisitely lovely and birds do seek their branches to rest a bit before flying on their way.
There was, I must admit, a certain liberation in my impotence to FIX that particular situation. The birds do sing. I cannot quiet them. Nor do I want to. I did offer another room less proximal to the trees but hey, this is North Carolina, there are trees everywhere. There are birds in them and God love them– they sing!