...strolling through the daffodils in the hills of north Georgia. I'd been persuaded (with remarkably little effort) to purchase a season ticket/pass for Gibbs Gardens in the hills, a treat for the eyes when we've been in the past. It was beautiful, sunny, warm, pretty much perfect to get out and enjoy the spring weather, in spite of so much pollen floating in the air you could actually see clouds of it wafting in the breezes. Though the day started off overcast by mid-morning it had cleared into perfect weather.
We'd talked about going a couple of weeks ago, when we were amusing ourselves in Florida, but decided to postpone a bit, and go later instead. Now knowing we should have taken ourselves up to see the daffodil show in mid-March instead of early April. Though there were still lots of things blooming, the height of the bulb season has passed, and the early show is mostly over. There were still hundreds of the late season bloomers out in great numbers, along with dogwood trees, flowering quince in some unusual colors, late blooming forsythia, pretty white spirea and a few of the hellebores. Lots of ferns beginning to unfurl and green up in the woods and near streams.
We got tickets to ride the tram and definitely got our money's worth out of the looping rides up into the hills and around the huge beds of bulb plants. Acres and acres of carefully groomed, neatly landscaped, immaculately planted shrubs and trees. Reminding me of one of the 'best fun ever' days when we got hilarious on the golf carts in NC several years ago.
We rode on the tram today everywhere it would take us, and didn't get off at the end, deciding to go again - just to be sure we got our money's worth from the tickets. If they had only been daresome enough to let us drive the trucks pulling the tram cars, we'd have had a ball. And they would probably still be frantically dashing around in the woods, searching in the dark, picking up the senior citizens that fell off the sides. Desperately collecting the elderly who went rolling off the hills, disappearing under the bushes like easter eggs, as we went careening up and down and around the hilly paths, zooming between the trees, swooping through the neatly planted landscaping.
Though we were mostly nearly completely well behaved, and did practically nothing to call attention to our mild-mannered selves, it was still a beautiful enjoyable day out in the woods near Ball Ground.
Except for that one woman who got off the tram and dropped a tissue, looked down at it, and walked off. I thought someone should go and tell her she dropped it, and return it to her, as it was so ill-mannered to drop trash and leave it there in the beautifully manicured setting, with not a twig out of place. Fortunately better judgment took over at the last minute and we did not get ejected from the premises for accosting strangers. But sadly that uncouth female did not learn a much needed lesson about tidiness and litter-bugging.
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