June is a wonderful summer month that gifts us with Father's Day, June bugs, and blooming gardenias. This year, Joe and I celebrated its coming over the Memorial Day weekend with a wedding anniversary trip to Asheville, North Carolina. That's us in front of the sign at the Wright Inn, the bed & breakfast where we were spoiled for three days. I fussed about this pic because Joe is hiding behind my hair. He told me to quit whining. So much for romance.
When our beach plans fell through we thought of Asheville where we had, many years ago, spent a fantastic family vacation. Our visit over the past weekend only reinforced our affection for this quirky little mountain city.
We cruised the Blue Ridge Parkway, hunted waterfalls and hiked. We had so much fun I didn't complain even once that the moist air Brillo-ed my hair, or grumble about my butt muscles aching from climbing mountain trails. (There are, like, actual muscles back there. Who knew? And where are they usually?)
When not discovering aching body parts about which I was previously unaware, we explored downtown Asheville. The stores and restaurants are unique and the people pleasant. Also, Asheville is an unusually dog friendly city. Leashed dogs visit stores and curl up by their owners' feet at outdoor cafes. As dog lovers, this feature of a city we have grown to love only serves to enhance our desire to return.
In the meantime, June is, as Rodgers and Hammerstein so aptly put it, busting out all over! Asheville or Atlanta, June doesn't care. She is bursting with explosive colors and heady, sweet scents, and demanding that we bask in her glow.
Off to bask -
Lisa
