(All photos used in this post were found on line and is not the place I visited in my post)
Saturday, along with three friends, I drove to see another who had moved to Baltimore in September. This was the first time I had gotten together with any of them since we returned from our travels.
Our friend's new home is a lovely old house that was built around the beginning of the 1900s, and we were all given a tour. It has a large garden that you don’t get in new neighborhoods these days. I know her husband is going to have fun in the spring as in their previous home their garden was a delight to see, and we always enjoyed looking at the new plants and flowers blooming in the growing season. This home has three levels, four if you count the basement. It also has one of those beautiful old porches.
It reaffirmed once more how much I love the older homes, because they have so much character.
The rooms had tall high ceilings that reminded me of my grandmother’s home in England, and yet it had been totally renovated by the previous owners who thankfully left a lot of the original features. I couldn't take my eyes off the old banister going up the first flight of stairs, and enjoyed running my hand along the wood as I navigated each step. A dream of a house where I know our friend will be very happy with her family. We also had several cups of tea along with a very nice lunch and lots of wonderful conversation.
It took about an hour and forty minutes to get to our destination, and the journey went quickly with four of us in the car chatting away. Traffic is always heavy on the freeway but when we were going back it was even more so. We did not know that the University of Maryland’s football game had just ended, and the roads were flooded with fans emptying the stadium. It holds about 40,000 people and it seemed that the majority of them were heading back to Northern Virginia with the rest of us.
As it grew dark the trail of lights on that freeway was something else, and one of the most beautiful sunsets we had seen in a long time completed the scene. Unfortunately I was driving and wasn’t able to capture the moment, but it was incredible seeing those clouds and stunning colors coming together to form one of nature’s most impressive masterpieces. For a while we stopped talking and just stared, watching the sun slowly dipping below the horizon, until all that was left was that long, snake-like trail of red lights from a thousand cars leading us home in the dark. I am having a hard time describing that amazing sunset, so I’ll leave you a quote from John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath.
"A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east."
Have a great week everyone!