Bang! Startled out of my reminiscing, I looked around to locate the source of the noise, nothing. Maybe it was one of the guests, I shuddered, Bang! I quickly turned and walked through the freshly mowed yard. In the center stands an exquisite, white, wooden sign with black lettering in an old-fashioned script font that is large enough to read from the vehicle pathway, ”Noreen’s Inn–Bed & Breakfast & Museum”. The sign board is screwed into posts on each side. The posts are cemented into the ground in order to withstand the strongest of winds.

The property is open and welcoming as there isn’t any fencing. Adjacent to the west side of our property is wooded acres. Small section of trees have passed away, not sure why; it will be cut down, trees cut into small logs, stumps removed, and ground/soil be prepared to level ground. Street size motion lights for safety will be installed as well. A large rectangle of cement will be poured from the ramp to the gravel filled parking lot and blue handicap signs posted.

     Horn sounded again again, a white postal truck with blue and red lettering pulled up to the mailbox. 

    “Hello! I wasn’t sure anyone was living here. A bed and breakfast?” asked an African American male with cute features wearing a post office uniform. He handed me a stack of letters, nodded his head, and went on his way. I simply smiled, nodded my head, and waved goodbye.