I WENT CAPERING off with The Yard Man (forty years ago; and last Sunday, too). Certainly, all those decades of togetherness deserved Paris or Polynesia at the very least, but Cape May, New Jersey, was our destination.
Longwood Gardens (as well as the fact that it was the site of our very first time in each others' company after "Oh, here's someone you've got to meet!" [i.e. our very first date!]), we opted to stop there for a breakfast of chili and cornbread. (Okay, well the menu was what it was). And then, a lovely surprise--
They'd arranged to have forty-thousand flowers blooming just for us!
(Amazing how many others folks were there to see them, too!)
Later in the afternoon, still heading in an easterly direction, the interlude at the wine shop we came upon was perfectly timed. "If you stick around a bit," they told us, "you can watch the vineyard run! We had five hundred runners here this morning, and this afternoon we're expecting another four hundred."
It was just our anniversary luck to have a rave-worthy treat and a leisurely visit with Mr. Billy B. Goat before the jogging masses arrived.
(There were chickens at this winery, as well, but I haven't the faintest idea why I'd wish to show them to you, Viewer Dear)
...to be cont'd...
(as there is so much more that I do wish to show you)