Mother's Day Weekend in the Mountains

Saturday, May 11, 2002
In the mountains of Big Bear, California 

Greetings!

This weekend will be one of the busiest weekends of the year, but for us it is a quiet one in the mountains.  

I love it.

I'm a sucker for teas and animals, and both conjoined in the Bed and Breakfast Tea Tour which will benefit the Moonridge Animal Park.

Guess what we're doing today:

 

Just in Time for Mother's Day 

Saturday, May 11, 2002 
1-5 pm 
Cost: $10 per person

 Big Bear Lake, CA -- Nine Big Bear bed and breakfasts invite you to join them for tea. All will bring their own personal flair to the setting of the tea table and tea treats for you to sample. 

A souvenir guide will take you on your journey and as part of the guide, each bed and breakfast will offer up the recipe for the tea treats that they are serving. Docents from the zoo will be on hand at each B&B to talk about all the wonderful wildlife Big Bear is home to. 

As an added bonus, each participating bed and breakfast will be offering a special discount of 15% to those attendees who want to make a weekend out of this special event. 

Area restaurants will be offering discounts to those attending the tour. Come up and spend Friday and Saturday relaxing in Big Bear and be home on Sunday to celebrate Mother's Day with the family.

 

More on this day to come...

Hoping for scones, here's an old-fashioned poem by Author Unknown, a fitting poem for Mother's Day, in the meantime: 

 

When Mother use to mix the dough,
Or make a batter -- long ago;
When I was only table high,
I used to like just standing by
And watching her, for all the while,
She'd sing a little, maybe smile,
And talk to me and tell me -- What?


Well, things I never have forgot.
I'd ask her how to make a cake.
'Well, first,' she'd say, 'Some sugar take
Some butter and an egg or two,
Some flour and milk, you always do,
And then put in, to make it good --'
This part I never understood
And often use to wonder at --
'A pinch of this, a pinch of that.'


And then, she'd say, 'my little son,
When you grow up, when childhood's done,
And mother may be far away,
Then just remember what I say,
For life's a whole lot like a cake;
Yes, life's a thing you have to make --
Much like a cake, or pie, or bread;
You'll find it so,' my Mother said.


I did not understand her then,
But how her words come back again;
Before my eyes my life appears
A life of laughter and of tears,
For both the bitter and the sweet
Have made this life of mine complete --
The things I have, the things I miss,
A pinch of that, a pinch of this.


And, now I think I know the way
To make a life as she would say:
'Put in the wealth to serve your needs,
But don't leave out the lovely deeds;
Put in great things you mean to do,
And don't leave out the good and true.
Put in, whatever you are at,
A pinch of this, a pinch of that.'



"Life is a Gift."

Me ke Aloha, 
Author Unknown


 "The only gift is a portion of thyself..."
~
Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

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