(sorry this is taking me a while. I've been covering for the music teacher at my kids' school--she has bronchitis and my head is full of their spring concert tunes. Talk about a job NOT in my wheelhouse. I cannot sing well. But I can play a mean one-handed piano, so I wasn't useless in rehearsals...)
After a lazy Sunday breakfast at Jen's, we headed to Monticello, where Jen parked and we hiked up the mountain.
Can't marvel enough at those gardens. Jen and I could ID most of the plants, but we had lots of questions and I imagine we'd have put Monticello's horticulturalist through their paces!
'Ol TJ's grave.
Jen and I had a fantastic lunch at the visitor's center. All kinds of food for sale grown right on the grounds. The gift shop was lovely, too, and I snagged my fridge magnet as a souvenir.
I've said it before: the best kind of birthday gift is a plane ticket. Thanks, Mr. D for letting me take this trip to visit a beautiful and historic place and meet up with some wonderful friends!