... which is a direct result of the previous post bad news. It was really a pretty day, after a couple of days of overcast, wet, sloppy weather. So driving through the country side seeing the world starting to green up and come to life was really quite pleasant. By the time we got down into Virginia, it was a completely different season from New York, where it is just now getting to be early spring. There were lots of daffodils brightly smiling in planters in NYC, and forsythia all abloom as we left the city.
Trees all bare, not the first sign of foliage starting to show. Everything still dormant and sleeping.
But as we traveled, the world came to life. Redbud trees growing wild, volunteering all through the woods along the highway gloriously blooming in bright lavender shades. Prolifically sprouting up along the median and in the right-of-way, obviously leaning, stretching out limbs and reaching for the sunshine in their growth habits. Patches of naturalized daffodils nodding in the breeze, with yellow heads bobbing.
We actually had a good trip. Knowing it was going to be looooonnnnngggg day in the car anyway you slice it, we were prepared for the duration. It was not a terrible experience, probably due to having such an agreeable, amusing travel companion. We left NYC about 11:30 am, and got to Chattanooga about twelve hours later. Including several gas stops plus eats and bladder relief.
The last time I did something like that was when the three of us got in the car and drove all night to Key West. Went straight to Margaritaville Saloon and had strawberry margaritas. Just because we could.
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