Last Friday we took a day trip to the mountains for Dearest - a week late, but it was for Mothers Day. We had thunder and rain all around us all day, but never had rain while we did our favorite outside things. We started with a picnic at Price Park, by the stream.
We walked at the Cone Manor, around the Bass Lake (or course - this is possibly our favorite walk on planet Earth) Here I am looking back at the carriage road over one half of the heart pond.
Raindrops delicately clung to everything, softly accumulating from the mist. Here wild strawberry leaves, cow vetch, and a buttercup make up the principle players.
This is our beautiful Daughter, looking out over the Bass Lake from the bench near the dam. The leaves on the trees were five or six weeks back in time from what we have now in the Piedmont.
Bluets covered the top of the bank on one part of the opposite shore. I took a number of photos, trying to capture the simple profusion of these light blue flowers all over this bank. Click images for a closer view.
Here the bluets are up close. They're also called Quaker ladies.
At the end, before going to get pizza and ice cream at our favorite eateries in Blowing Rock, Dearest wanted to at least hike up to the bridge on the Rough Ridge trail. I stayed below with Daughter (whose healing ankle was not up to more steps and climbing) and so I could take this picture of the others when they got on the bridge. I believe this is one of the most beautiful bridges in the Southeast, for the lovely arch, the simple construction, and (mostly) the setting. The water streams quietly over this steep, but gently curving rock face covered with mosses and plants. Everything about this area is like a garden, so lush and beautifully arranged.
Before we visited the Rough Ridge trail head, we walked out from the overlook towards the Linn Cove Viaduct. This shot was from that walk - the puddles of former rains reflecting a cloudy sky. We felt like we got away with something, like we had our pleasure all day under the very eaves of loud thunderstorms, and never got wet. It rained most of the way home, when we were in the car and it no longer mattered.
Happy Mothers Day, Dearest.