I had this great plan for getting up super early, pre-dawn-style, hopping a ferry over to the Olympic Peninsula and adventuring through a trail system along a lake. That didn’t so much happen.
Given this is the second time I’m having to write this, I think I’ll go with cliff notes until I post the camera photos.
It appears spring sprang in the mid-Atlantic while I was away traipsing about foreign lands. Odd, given it snowed the night before I left.
You can find this beautiful, incredibly fragrant, dark purple lilac bush at George Washington’s boyhood home, Ferry Farm, in Virginia.