Hospitality At The Rose Cottage

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. When you have been traveling and moving as much as we have the past few years, you forget what it is like to not travel. You forget what it is like not to move. You forget what it is like to have a house that does not have wheels. So this week, when we were near where Boy Person’s sister person has a house without wheels, we decided that maybe since all the campgrounds were full around here in North Carolina, that we would take a break at her cottage.

Her round little house called the Rose Cottage.

If you know us even a little bit, you know that we don’t like to impose. You see, as good looking as I am, I don’t like asking for anything. I prefer to make my own way. But when I heard that Boy Person’s sister person invited us to stay, and no one else was renting it for a little while, I kind of hinted around that I would like to go there. I mean…I heard that it even had some water for me to look at. I like to look at water almost as much as I like looking at myself. Almost.

The persons took my hinting around and said that the Big Blue Treat Wagon could definitely park at the Rose Cottage for a week or so. It would give us a chance to relax a little and see more of North Carolina next week. And so, we made our trek in the rain…the pouring rain…to Franklin, North Carolina.

I have heard that a rose by any other name just wouldn’t smell as sweet.

And after trying to set up the Big Blue Treat Wagon in the rain, I can tell you that no one was smelling anything like a rose. We have been a little stir crazy too the past few days. The rain just doesn’t seem to stop. We can’t do much but sit around not smelling like a rose. Then we walk in the rain and smell even less like a rose. But as we finally got the Big Blue Treat Wagon situated by the Rose Cottage, we all took a sigh of relief. It was nice…so nice to be at a home.

It seems like a million years ago that we lived any other way. Being on your own so much makes you think that you can do everything yourself. But sometimes, we forget…and maybe you do too…that there are persons who actually want to do something for you. That there are persons who find enjoyment in doing something nice for someone. Like Boy Person’s sister person. She didn’t have to offer for us to stay here. In fact, since she rents it out for people on vacation, she probably would have had more of that paper money stuff if we had not come. But Girl Person says that hospitality is a funny thing. She says that hospitality sometimes makes the person showing it feel just as good, or not better, than the person who receives it. As long as I am being shown hospitality and everything, maybe I can order room service too.

What our family has started to realize, but maybe we have known all along, is that you don’t need a house to feel at home.

It is the people where you go, who make you slow down, if even for a moment that make you fond of a place. It takes effort sometimes to be the one to show hospitality. Everyone is busy and tired. And the ones that need the hospitality often don’t show that they do.

So show hospitality to as many ones as you can. And then when you need it shown to you, take the love. Take the invitation. There is enough to go around at the Rose Cottage. It sure is easier to sleep at night when you have done the right thing and when you know that you made someone’s day better even if you had to go out your way. Who can you show hospitality to today? If you need some love, has someone offered to help you? Can you accept?

We have some more sites to see! We are finishing up the Blue Ridge Parkway this weekend and then next week…a very big house has invited us to visit…I will give you hint!