October 2009 brought Gracehill B&B its busiest month since opening at Thanksgiving in 2000. As the pace eased in November and December, while most folks got ready for the holidays, I decided to jump in with both feet and do two projects that had been on my TO DO LIST for ten years.
Neighbor and friend extraordinaire, Jim Maness of Century 21 in Maryville, TN, moonlighted and painted the 16 foot dome ceiling in the living room a warm beautiful yellow and the hallway off three of the guest rooms a light taupe. Moving all the scaffolding was a chore in itself that was further complicated by two different Christmas parties! We were rolling out the scaffolding an hour before the appetizers were going in the oven. Once Jim was done, Lisa Haggerty Palmer came in and opened the skies for us on the living room ceiling and painted a beautiful sunset, sunrise??? Your pick. Lisa had been a guest of ours at Gracehill in the past, and we became reacquainted when she painted the backdrop for the altar at St. Francis in Townsend.
I tackled the downstairs hallway. I had always wanted to paint the words of a song, as a border, where the wall meets the ceiling. I’d had ten years to pick the song so you’d have thought I wouldn’t still be agonizing over the choice… It also needed to fit in 68 feet of linear space using an 8” font. Finally decided on the second verse of “How Great Thou Art.” Hope you like it as much as I do. mizkathleen@ Gracehill
When thru the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees,
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze.
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
This must be Gracehill’s favorite rock, see the blog of July 8th, and, one of my favorite photos of the season, took it in August. My office overlooks the back patio area and waterfall. Every once in a while, I glance outside and see either guests or wildlife. Suppose the wildlife would consider us the guests.
I am more of a flop in bed with a book at night, or an easy chair during the day, type of reader, but Scott and Jessica were soaking up some rays sitting on the rocks before the long trek home.
I wonder how many readers marry non-readers? I’m not talking about what you have to read for work, but readers who carry a book with them in case they get stuck somewhere. Surely a compatibility study has been done on this topic. I think it really comes down to those folks who can sit together comfortably in a room for hours without talking to each other versus those whose vocal cords would freeze up with five minutes of silence. A reader friend of mine is married to a non-reader. She says after 45 years of marriage they not only can but do sit in silence for hours on end.
Wildlife likes warm rocks also. In retrospect, I wonder if there was anything lurking. Looks peaceful enough, but my guests could have been living on the edge for the hour they were there, and never knew how close they came to a critter encounter. Music of the “Twilight Zone” grows louder.
Shifting gears, it’s November and the green is gone replaced with lots of brown. Splashes of red and yellow are here and there. I took this second photo a few mornings ago. Was on my way to the kitchen at 6:30 AM. Looked out front and the moon was huge, glowing and just perfect. Swung into my office to grab my camera and made the mistake of clicking on my inbox. In the two minutes it took me to answer one short email , the moon all but disappeared. Seems like life goes just as fast. I attended a seminar in September, where the computer guru told us innkeepers that if we didn’t have a photo of ourselves posted on our websites, we were missing the boat. “Guests want to see who will be flipping their eggs.” I went to my web page today to plunk a photo in and read the “Gracehill Story” for the first time in years. Made me realize how much has happened since that first breakfast ten years ago. I had a family of six. At my first official breakfast, I made waffles for the main course. By the time I got done making six waffles, the first person who had eaten was ready for lunch! Music from the “Twilight Zone” fades, and the jingle “You’ve Come a Long Way Baby” floats through my head. By the way, if the urge hits to scope out my first time ever, newly released photo, please realize I have never flipped a fried egg in my life. There’s still time I guess… mizkathleen@ GracehillRead More
Sunday October 25th is the last day of Gatlinburg’s Craftsmen Fair at the Convention Center. One guest said it was a step above most fairs of its kind; she is in retail and should know! What is even more important, they made a lot of purchases for the holidays…
How do you go from the beginning of blueberry picking season to the middle of fall color without blogging about what is happening? Guess I was too much in the thick of it to stop and write about it, but okay no excuses. The good news is we have been incredibly busy. It has been a roller coaster of a year, but concerning occupancy we had our best July ever, came within two nights of breaking the August record, and this October is the best month we have had since we opened ten years ago.
Fall color is a little late this year which is good if you want to stay in my empty rooms this November! Had a long rainy season at the beginning and middle of October with cold temps. Warmed up the last few days with some sunshine, and the colors are just starting to snap. I’ll post a picture in the next couple of days taken from the top front veranda.
Have tried a number of new recipes in the last two months and have posted most of them on the recipe page of my website. Have added photos to 20 or more of the 40 some recipes. One of my new favorites is Cheese Enchiladas. A real pain in the neck to make but oh my gosh is it good.
Doing some more design work on my website, should be finished in a couple of days, hopefully. :-) Mizkathleen
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A year ago we won Best Pie in the Cove at the Great Smoky Mountain Heritage Center’s Blue Ribbon County Fair, so, I was a little excited about entering the fair this fall. Two of our recipes won ribbons, a third place finish in the pound cake division and surprisingly, a second place finish in the yeast bread category. I experimented on a Blueberry Almond Pound Cake for a year and my church is probably happy the fair is over because I must have brought it a half a dozen times to various potlucks. They’d ask, “What version is this?”
The Rosemary Feta Cheese Bread was a take off from a recipe in Southern Living. Originally it was made as a loaf of French bread but rules said I had to put it in a loaf pan so I made some more modifications. I wish I could have tasted every entry and picked the brains of the winners.
So, while we are on food… at the prompting of several guests, I took Mom to see Julie, Julia. Actually it was more along the lines of I can’t believe you haven’t seen this movie. What a wonderful film. Meryl Streep is just the absolute best. Walked out of the show and wanted to do some serious cooking. Thank you Julie Powell for perserverance. Mizkathleen
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Maxine and Robert Falls Blueberry Farm is open Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday 6:30am to 8:30pm at 111 Harmon Road, Maryville, TN (865) 982-3457. Directions: Proceed two miles past Blount Memorial Hospital on Hwy 321 going towards Townsend, turn right onto Harmon Road just before the second BP Station you come to after the hospital. Once on Harmon they are the first driveway on the left. Park on the grass. You can just see the bushes behind the BP Station from the highway.
All right, here is the blueberry story. About seven years ago a dear friend, Deanna Wietholter, asked me if I wanted to go blueberry picking with her and her husband Bob the next morning at 6:30am. I said no. No hesitation there. “For crying out loud Deanna, I have a life. I work. As a matter of fact I will be knee deep rolling out scones and preparing breakfast for guests tomorrow at that time!” The next afternoon she showed up with a gallon of little blue dots. I felt pretty bad. Said thank you very much. Mom and I made a few recipes with them and froze a few berries.
Fast-forward one year. Deanna calls. Do you want to go blueberry picking? Well I didn’t want to go anymore than I did the year before, but what could I say? I went, and two other times that year. Froze about 8 gallons and started collecting blueberry recipes. The next year Deanna calls and I said sure. Went once with her and the rest of the time by myself. Picked and froze 55.5 pounds that year. The next year I didn’t wait for the phone call, and I froze 62-1/8 pounds. The next year the crop was wiped out by a freeze and I sent Maxine and Robert Falls at the blueberry farm a condolence card. I wanted to cry. The next year there was a drought and I prayed over each bush I picked from that year.
Blueberry picking is the best therapy I have ever experienced. I usually go late afternoon or early evening, by myself, and zone out. Pick, pick, pick. Took my nephew a couple of times. Sing a few hymns. Pick, pick, pick. Listen to parents converse with their kids who are eating as many as they put in the jug. Pick, pick, pick. I’ve found in the last couple of years I have slowed down a little in the quantity I can pick in the same amount of time (pick, p i c k, p i c k) but I froze 80 pounds last year. Some I picked and some I paid Maxine’s helper to pick. I wanted enough to really be able to start experimenting with recipes.
Two summers ago I won an honorable mention in a pancake contest with Bed and Breakfast.com. The recipe was Lemon, Goat Cheese, Blueberry pancakes. This summer I’d like to enter a contest with a recipe I have been working on for a year changing it here and there. I went blueberry picking for the first time this year, today. I want to see how the final product changes when I use fresh blueberries instead of frozen ones. I’ll share the recipe after the contest. For tips on how to freeze blueberries click on the recipe link above.
Bob and Deanna moved back to Indiana two summers ago to be closer to their kids because Bob was in ill health. Last summer Deanna passed away unexpectedly. Mom and I missed the funeral, held on a day when I was full with guests. We drove up to see Bob a few weeks later and took about 10 pounds of blueberries with us. I would give anything for the phone to ring and have Deanna ask if I wanted to go picking. Thanks for the blue memories sweetie. Mizkathleen @GracehillRead More
Fourth of July Week was our time for the Air Force, past and present. We had one couple here for five days, a third grade teacher, Lois, and her husband John who is a dentist and retired Air Force. They spent their days running the roads, seeing all they could, got in a few hikes, and were back at the B&B every evening in time for sunset. John is an avid photographer and set up his tripod and snapped away each night. For two of those same nights we had another couple; she also taught, and he was a retired pilot from the Air Force who went on to fly for the airlines.
Fast-forward, they all check out and the same day Frank and Janice check in to celebrate their first anniversary. She worked for the State Department and he is an F-16 pilot and instructor. Where am I going with all this? Don’t know. Wish they could have all been here at the same time, along with another F-16 pilot that stayed here last month. None of them know each other but it would have made for interesting conversation!
The evening of the same day Lois, John, and his camera checked out, and Frank and Janice were holed up in Gatlinburg waiting out a monsoon that dropped a couple of inches of rain in an hour, I had the most incredible sunset I’ve had in while. I was sitting in the living room when I realized the lighting was really eerie and the room was glowing. I managed to snap these photos between cloudbursts, spaced about 10 minutes apart. Too bad it was just me.
The next morning Frank and Janice are telling me about this frog that re-visited the same rock on the waterfall outside their room. After breakfast they went on a frog hunt in the back yard by the other waterfall. I have never really paid attention to what plops around in the pond as long as it is not slithering. Maybe I should start. There was a tiny little thing, about an inch long on the flagstone. I looked it up in my reptile and amphibian book and I’m dipped if I can tell if it was a baby green frog, or a baby common toad. The body looked a little like a toad and the head like the frog.
I had repeat guests here about a year ago and the first thing out of their mouth was, “Is the frog still here?” I said sure, we have a variety of noisemakers in the back yard. They said, “NO, THE FROG!” I said, “What frog?” They said, “The one whose picture has been on our fridge the past two years. He was sitting on a lotus pad.” I said, “Jeepers, I am a complete and utter failure as an innkeeper cause I don’t have a clue if it is the same one or not, and furthermore I don’t know where he/she might be at this very moment!” At least as far as I know, Janice didn’t take any photographs of the little leapers so I don’t have to go through this again. Hopefully. (Although, she did name the baby Lil’ Kermit….) Mizkathleen @GracehillRead More