Bread feeds the body, indeed,

but flowers feed also the soul.

  ~The Koran

 

We are off and the road feels good as it always does. The first days drive is to put down some miles and reach our room to recharge the batteries. We stay at a lovely B&B in Kennett Square, PA. They grow 95% of the USA’s mushrooms in this town which M soon starts calling the place of the Mushroom  ---- smell.  . Later,,,in a quiet tone,,, he admits to me that he likes the smell. hmmm.....

 

We dine at a small Bistro and discover Calamari salad with a nice hot cayenne sort of dressing that leaves you craving more,,,,topped with cilantro and breaded deep fried lemon slices..

 

Our reason for coming here is simple. It’s another notch in my wish list from the book I always talk about “ 1000 things to see before you die"  Just nearby are the Longwood Gardens.  Now you know that I don’t get too historical, but here’s the short version. A super rich family inherits hundreds of acres from William Penn 300 years ago. Several generations later, they develop a love of horticulture. The gardens are planned and big trees and designs are started. Enter the DuPont family around 1910 when it’s about to be timbered. They fall in love with the place and throw DuPont money at it until it virtually rivals the tuileries of France.   Gardens,,,,walkways,,,castle like structures,,,,,,massive ponds and fountains,,,,Lucky You and I.

 

            We enter  the gates and right away M and I have a difference of opinion. He says there are already way too many flower photos in the world. At the same time that he is saying this,,,,I am seeing Tulip displays, and plantings, and colors, that I never even dreamed of. I tell him I disagree, but it’s not necessary. When I turn towards him he is already drooling and his eyes are wide opened. Everywhere we look it is a feast for the eyes. Yes,,,there are hundreds of cameras here,,,,well,,,,my camera wants some too and soon we are making our own way.

The flowers are Easter colored, and Purple colored, and pistil and stamen colored and drippy dreamy colored. It’s everything I had hoped for.

 

 

The light is sublime,,,there are kids areas,,,there are spooky laboratory places where they make perfume,

 

and there was the most amazing display of antique perfume bottles one could imagine.

 

I love it so much I made M look at a photo of my shadow and ,,,,,,,sure enough,,,,,,,I had begun to sprout flowers.,,,,,?

  

Later,,,And we are off to Georgetown. We are off to find a familiar place where the beer and the Oysters are waiting for us. Georgetown tonight and  D.C. tomorrow!

 

P.S. I have cupcakes waiting for breakfast,,,,,,,ohhh sweet vacations.

In my garden there is a large place for sentiment.

  My garden of flowers is also my garden

of thoughts and dreams.

The thoughts grow as freely

as the flowers,

and the dreams

 are as beautiful.

  ~Abram L. Urban

Comments

[Dorothy Cunningham]

I can not tell you how much I enjoyed reading your traveling story today. Sounds like you are having a wonderful trip! Your photography is outstanding and a joy to view! Thank you for your uplifting words and photography!
Dorothy