An Inn for All Seasons

The snow fell without a break.  When it was over, the hills had been covered with a plush blanket of fluff.  To this point it had been a mild winter season with nothing more than a slight dusting.  Two weeks back, the temperatures were in the 60s and today, a cheerful fire welcomes guests to the library while icicles decorate the turret like glistening crystal swords. Was a time when restaurants and shops closed for the winter and the only folks on Main Street lived here year-round.  Guests that have visited The Oaks Bed and Breakfast these past few months have shared a unique parcel of life in the Blue Ridge.  Music is still alive in the night and it seems a little easier to get a beer and a table.  Infinite vistas appear out of nowhere with unobstructed clarity.  In the resolute darkness of the country night, the lights of the residences sitting high on the mountain seem to twinkle and shine, competing with the stars and making it difficult to discern where house lights leave off and the heavens begin.  Some nights, here on the mountain, the stars are so close you feel like you can wear them like a crown.  Stars like diamonds and planets like rubies and...