Denise over at An English Girl Rambles reports she and hubby Gregg visited the Botanical Gardens this week…where David and I are headed tomorrow. I can’t think of a more perfect place to spend part of a winter day, as do a few birds who have found a home inside its warm walls.
I try to make the trip at least once a year, a tradition I began before I met David when I worked across the street from the Botanic Gardens. A few years ago, when I took a garden writing class at Greenspring, I met some of the gardeners working at the Botanic Gardens, as well as around the Smithsonian buildings on the Mall and other gardens around Washington.
Another “get-away” this winter will be a trip to Longwood Gardens, February 8, with a group from Smithsonian Associates. My ticket came today. I should be in shape to walk with the group through the acres of early spring plants and green houses, but I can always go into the tea shop if I get tired. I imagine someone else in the group, most likely composed of retirees, will feel the same way.
Both these ‘outings’ will help me fulfill one of my New Year’s goals, which is to do something different each month…e.g., get out and about.
David and I have planned a visit to the Benedictine Abby February 1. Brother D chairs an ecumenical or interfaith group that hold its annual pot luck dinner and discussion on the Eve of Imbolc this year. Also called Oimelc and Candlemas, Imbolc celebrates the awakening of the land and the growing power of the Sun.
Ever since I read Robert Graves White Goddess for an anthropology class, I have followed the Wheel of the Year. I love that these Benedictine brothers (the oldest Catholic order) have embraced the old ways with an open mind.
I have decided I am too much of a homebody these days, a role I never did well. The experts tell us we need to get out of our comfort zone occasionally, and nothing is more comfortable than home. If David wants to stay home and never go anywhere ever again, I don’t have to let his decision apply to me. Perhaps when I am 84 I will feel the same way. So like Dolly in Hello Dolly, he can go his way, and I will go my way, only in my case, it will be a different way.
Thus, each month this year, I will do something with or without David. He has agreed to go with me to the Botanic Gardens Sunday and the pot luck supper at the Abby, but I am traveling sans hubby to Longwood Gardens.
Yesterday, I finally managed to log onto my old computer and download some of the hundreds of photos I had stored on Zip drives and save them to Flash Drives which my laptop can read. I have many photo albums upstairs with photos dating to the dark ages (before I was born). I need to scan them and save them in a cloud where my kids can access them should they choose (any ideas?).
Today, I found some of the photographs I snapped with my first digital camera, which created inferior photos compared with the those I took with my last film camera. I stopped using the film camera the late 1990s when it became jammed with sand blowing off the coast of North Africa. Every photo from that trip has at least one grain of sand showing. As you can see in the photo below, one of the last taken on film, the grain of sand shows up as a white speck. I know, I need Photoshop to fix these snaps. Ah one more project in the never-ending ‘bucket’ list. But first I would have to take a class…..
My Greencheek Conure, Sweetpea finds a place to cuddle, c. 2000