It was on our calendar. We’d take a daycation to Washington, DC to see the Cherry Blossooms at their peak. It would make two years in a row after missing them for more years than I care to remember. But, mother nature had her own game plan. The early unseasonably warm weather fooled the trees in to an early bloom and then just when the blossoms were peaking, in rolled an arctic blast and 10″ of snow fell in some of the surrounding areas. We weren’t going anywhere!
It should come as no surprise that I am a lover of the written word; of books. No matter how many times we pack up and move, there are a dozen boxes of books that move with us. Over the years I’ve downsized as much as I can, but I have my collection of true loves and I will never part with them. So, with that thought in mind, if it’s possible to be in love with a library, then I am hopelessly in love with the Library of Congress in Washington, DC.
As we climbed the flight of stairs, to the second level of the mansion at Mount Vernon, we ran our hands over the centuries old wooden railing; the same railing George and Martha Washington ran their hands over as they climbed the stairs of their home.
When you think of spring, what comes to mind? The start of a new year, a new season or maybe, new beginnings? I’ve always tended to wonder why we don’t celebrate the new year on the 1st day of spring, it seems so much more fitting. A new year with the onset of spring daffodils sounds so much more serene than a new year in the dead of winter.
At the crack of dawn if I roll over in bed and twist my neck just the right way, I can see the sunrise from our bedroom window. It’s quite the view.
“Fat gives things flavor. If you’re afraid of butter use cream.” – Julia Child
I was hesitant at first, didn’t want to embarrass myself and then I thought, oh what the hell, I’ll never see these people again.
One of my most favorite things to see when we travel across the vast prairies of this country is the mile-long freight trains that often run alongside the highway. I start out trying to count the number of cars but soon give up because I simply can’t keep up. But if I’m really lucky I’ll hear that long drone – somewhat lonely – call of a train whistle. There’s just something about it that tugs at my soul; almost makes me want to bum a ride in an empty freight car headed for parts unknown. Almost.
Rafting the Rogue River
With commands such as left forward, right back, forward two and HOLD ON! the adrenaline rush of white water rafting on the Rogue River makes for an awe-inspiring (and ridiculously fun) afternoon on the water.
You’ve heard of Harpers Ferry in West Virginia, right? And maybe know a little of the history, but as we discovered there is so much more to the story. Maybe you know, but I certainly did not know, that Harpers Ferry is the confluence of the Potomac and Shenandoah Rivers. Because of the potential of harnessing the power of the water, in 1785, President George Washington chose Harpers Ferry as the optimal location to build an armory and an arsenal.