More from the life of a small business 🙂
Further memoirs of a hotelier…
After the typical uncertainty of the British winter, the first sighting of the golden Mimosa tree growing by the gate, always created a great upsurge of spirits. My favourite season was upon us: Spring, tra-la, with all its inherent delights. Our hotel bookings were steadily growing; recent paying guests, already ensnared by our seemingly good care and cooking…had re-booked for their summer holidays (hurray!) and several travelling salesmen, who regularly chanced Bournemouth’s way, had re-booked for their business trips. So, we must have been doing something right! It was a good feeling.
The good feeling was further nurtured by the sight of a beautiful, half-Persian cat – just out of the kitten stage – offered to us by Mrs. Solomon’s niece: ‘I can’t cope with any more felines…’ she admitted. Vis a vis “Faulty Towers” (of TV fame) – while our establishment was nicknamed “Faulty…
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I started out by wondering that a mimosa tree grew on your farm.
Off to see the other post.
We are too far from the edge of town to have many garden escapees, but we do have red currant and gooseberry bushes who have crept off into the wild, perhaps the seeds carried in the beaks of birds, and they are now living in anonymous hedgerows safely distant from anybody’s garden 🙂
I just thought you would have mentioned a mimosa tree, especially one that magnificent in full bloom.
I don’t think they’d grow this far north, not unless they were pampered in a really sheltered corner