The first part of our trip had been rainy...dreary...cold. I feared we were beginning to grow mildew.
Tuesday dawned bright and sunny, with blue skies, a nice breeze, and 60 degree temperatures. Glorious. I felt like singing...and I may have. You'll never know.
After doing a whirlwind tour of Mount Vernon on my first journey two years ago, I've been completely content to spend the majority of my latest two visits sitting in the sunshine on the back porch looking at the Potomac River. Absolutely delightful. Makes me feel like a Washington.