Yesterday morning dawned so beautiful and bright that I announced to M. that I wanted to take a long, exciting drive somewhere that afternoon. After church, lunch and a tiny nap, I awoke with this epiphany: Gettysburg! And so our course was set.
We drove the hour to the battlefields and what a perfect day for it. The trees, all through the military park, were dressed in hues of sherbert: lime green, raspberry, pale pink and creamy white. And the fields were covered with yellow wildflowers that remind me of mustard. We drove this way and that - admiring different monuments and touring a huge one erected in 1910 for the Pennsylvania infantries. There was a great view from the second story - accessed by climbing cool, dark, dizzying, marble steps inside the heart of the structure. The view was worth the dizziness.
And, to top off the glorious, spring day? A cone of raspberry-vanilla twist from York Street Treat (chocolate for M., of course). My ice cream looked just like the trees.