A vacation is what you take when you can no longer take what you’ve been taking. ~Earl Wilson, American journalist
The pressures had been building for some time.
An aging parent. A fur-kid with arthritic hips. A new laptop that I didn’t have time to set up properly. A work-in-progress that was going nowhere, thanks to some web design projects demanding my full attention.
In short, an overburdened psyche.
So I did what any rational person would do — called my sis and persuaded her to take a vacation with me.
Neither of us wanted to travel far and wide. Nor did we want to spend pockets full of money that we’d miss later.
What we wanted was simple.
Peace. Relaxation. Good weather. Long walks. Shopping. Each other’s company (something that had been missing for four whole years).
I reserved a place at the kennel for Dallas, encouraged Mom to hire help to pitch-hit for the week, packed my suitcases, and hit the road.
Here are some of the beautiful things I found while strolling around my new locale (see if you can guess where we met up!):
Hmm, could that be a Magnolia? Sure looks like it, with those glossy oval leaves. But that doesn’t tell you much, as Magnolias can be grown across the U.S. these days.
Are you thinking Kentucky? I certainly can picture horses racing over the grassy hills and approaching this fence to beg for an apple or a carrot.
I’m afraid I have no clue what this beauty is. It had no noticeable odor, and we don’t have them here.
Are you getting closer? Somebody planted a red rosebush just beneath this Magnolia tree. The juxtaposition of colors and scents was magical.
Ah, now you can see this is a Southern Magnolia, often considered the gold standard of the genus. Such a perfumy aroma! Did you know Magnolias are believed to be the earliest known flowering plants, with fossils dating back more than 100 million years?
Okay, I don’t think you’re going to guess, so I’ll just tell you. We met in Oxford, MS, home of our alma mater, and the next two shots show you my favorite places — the Band Rehearsal Hall and our marching band practice field.
Of course these facilities have seen extensive renovation since I graduated, but it always feels like “home” being back at Ole Miss!
So, be honest — did you guess?!?