What appear to be forests of trees flank each side of our drive -- maples, beech, ash, oak, elm, cypress, sycamore, locust ... they are like old friends wishing me a hello after my long absence. Beautiful, truly beautiful. Mist rises up from the occasional field and, unlike what we know to be reality, it appears as if this place is wholly uninhabited.
Between Indiana and Virginia, I have seen a cemetery at least every 10 miles -- most of them small plots with perhaps a maximum of 20 gravesites. Everything is green -- even the shoulders along the side of the road. The trees have all bloomed here already so nearly all of the vegetation has leafed out. This is a far cry from the wide open places and hills dotted with sagebrush where we call home.
Pictures later! :-)
Last year, being "out West" was special to us, with sights we had never seen before, like treeless plains and hills "dotted with sagebrush". It is neat to see your enjoyment of the trees of the East. I can now understand how that is a novelty to you. Enjoying reading about your trip, and wondering where you are going next.
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