Monday, April 25, 2016

Leaving Out

the nittier and grittier sides of life, I seem to be hopping from one mini-vacation to the next here in this blog.  So I urge you, Reader Dear, to keep in mind that life isn't always a bed of Peruvian lilies  (yes, roses have a lovelier scent; it's true, but I much prefer Peruvian lilies*).

During the past weekend, The Yard Man and I took a flying trip (as in, The Yard Man put the pedal to the metal, and we sped down that highway) to the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia.
We have precious friends there who treated us like royalty:

Put us up in a lovely room with a view!
Treated us to not only excellent cuisine, but exceptional entertainment, as well!




(Outstanding performance of the play,"Outside Mullingar"!)


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These friends led us on a short escapade by trilling waterfalls.

And, en route up the highway toward home, they led us to rave about our twenty-four hour
(thrilling) visit!



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*Even the names of this flower are exotic, Reader Dear.  It's also called alstroemeria, or lily of the Incas; (sigh) isn't that lovely?

7 comments:

sk said...

Thank you, m'love. You're excellent entertainment yourselves.

sk said...

Are you there?

KTdid said...

The nittier and grittier have a stranglehold
on me, though that may just be my misperception.
Q.

sk said...

Fruitlessly I return and return.

KTdid said...

I'm determined some day there will once more be a harvest!

sk said...

And again I will wander happily among the verbi--oops--herbiage.

KTdid said...

Dear Wanderer,
I, myself, have been wandering amid the technological mess of malfunction! Once that gets tidied up, the verbiage may resume. (It's a possibility [the odds may be in favor of it happening]). Q