Select Page
Ice, Shirtsleeves, and Subway Doors in the Atlanta Airport

Ice, Shirtsleeves, and Subway Doors in the Atlanta Airport

After a long day of travel to points south, I’ve come to the following conclusions:

  • Nothing beats leaving your coat in the car when your nephew drops you off at the Minneapolis airport as the first flakes of an oncoming snowstorm fall around you.
  • When your seat is behind four midwestern, middle-aged women waaay pumped about flying to Florida in February, their enthusiasm is not contagious. Not to you or to the lone, long suffering, elderly man sitting in their row.
  • Traveling with your sister, brother-in-law and husband means you never have to freshen up alone, but there’s always someone to watch the luggage while you do.
  • If airplane seats get much smaller, average-sized Americans will need to double book to fit in them.
  • Yes, I am the woman from the Atlanta airport who plunged through the subway doors as they were closing. But only for the good of our entire party. What would they have done if we’d gotten separated? Who would have gotten them lost then?
  • Savannah, Georgia is lovely, even when you arrive after dark. Especially when you don’t need a jacket.
  • After a day of travel, I’m a blithering idiot. Time to sign off. Good night, y’all.

 

 

 

 

Azaleas in Bloom

Azaleas in Bloom

In Atlanta, the azaleas are in full bloom. So are the daffodils. And the trees are a new leaf, light green, a feast for three spring hungry midwesterners. Our drive from Atlanta to Savannah, through green and flowering countryside, was worth every penny of $3.00+ gas in our rental car.

At lunchtime, we stopped at a state park to eat the lunch we’d packed. I moseyed over to a flowering hedge to take a few pictures – four or five bushes with pink, white or orange blooms. I think they’re azaleas, but what does a midwestern woman know about spring in the south?

In Savannah, spring is even further along. The azaleas are past, but the crepe myrtle and the hibiscus are showing off big time. Temperatures top out at 80 degrees with sunny skies and light winds. Yesterday, we went on a tour of the city in an open air bus. My sister and I take walks each morning and evening, savoring every moment of the good weather. Mom goes with us to see the sites in the day, and we all sit together in the sunshine as much as possible.

Beautiful as it all is, I look forward to going home in a few days. Because spring is starting in Iowa. I’ll get to enjoy the flowers and the warmth and the green all over again, minus the azaleas and the southern mansions.

But there will be magnolias and rhubarb and asparagus for warped minds. Who could ask for more?