Founder's Inn popped up in a quick google search, a sleepy, colonial, twenty-six acre hotel adjacent to Regent University, right off the interstate, and minutes from most of our activities.
Outside, stone balustrades encircle terraces, a rose garden marches a symmetrical cadence to the edge of a lake floating an elegant swan, and beneath the glassy surface, huge carp glide silently.
We had dinner in the green and wood paneled Hunt Room where horse tackle hung in elegant state and a pool table invited community gathering. Here i learned what a Craft Burger is. . .
Early morning, sunrise (or was it the Craft Burger guilt?)beckoned me to a walk around the lake before i climbed to the second floor gym over the spa.
That gave my two Sleepy Heads enough time to get ready for breakfast in the Swan Terrace. It was still very early and very quiet when the girls settled me down in a space tucked near the edge of a crystal clear pool, open to a blue and white cloud-happy sky.
There i lingered all day, missing a wedding shower so that a pulled shoulder could heal. Families (the people attracted to Founders Inn are quiet, happy people) came and went as i journaled and read and prayed and swam.
The sun rose and slid back down again, and my darlings returned for an early dinner before we left.
There was a changing room and showers in the Flowering Almond spa for our use. i am quite sure Flowering Almond is a Biblical reference. Can you recall its reference? I am thinking of two. . .
The trip on the next day to the fairy-tale wedding was closer to home. As we headed west, my face sun-kissed, i recalled that the Nuns I had once taught under had begun each school year with a Retreat, a quiet day of contemplation, nature walks and a shared meal near a pool.
I belive that at Founders Inn those long ago Retreats had Found me. Father was reminding me of a lovely way to end the summer. . .
This Labor Day weekend, i shall set aside more time to study that reference to the flowering almond. . .will you meet me there?