After five months without leaving Northwest Washington, D.C. — and scarcely leaving our apartment — The Photographer and I decided we needed to get away.+
Thinking about it, this (February-August) is the longest I have gone without getting on an airplane since I was in college . . . and that was 30 years ago.
I don’t particularly miss flying, but I do miss going places.
The Photographer poked around and booked us a few nights’ stay in Boyce, Virginia, which is approximately 75 minutes outside D.C.
I am a little embarrassed to admit that we packed three suitcases. We are only away three nights.
The suitcases are small and contain various coronavirus (anti-coronavirus) supplies — but still. I think we’ve lost our touch and possibly our grip.
We are staying at L’Auberge Provencale, an inviting, comfortable inn serving excellent food and surrounded by beautiful grounds.
They also make the best cookies: madeleines and chocolate chip cookies. I might have come just for the cookies.
Today we visited the State Arboretum of Virginia, which enabled me to impress the beauty of meadows upon The Photographer. Sometimes we have idle chats about finding a place outside the city. He wants a cabin in the woods. I prefer rolling hills and meadows.
The arboretum staff are fighting a constant battle to maintain native grasses, plants, and wildlife. Part of those efforts involving controlled burning (which we could not do) and brush hogging (which we possibly could do, as it is a type of mowing). Perhaps some things are best left to trained professionals. Many things. Many things are best left to trained professionals.
In October, The Photographer and I will celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary. Over dinner this evening, he began his decennial report. He thinks he’s taken more than 40,000 photos of me, which prompted me to ask: Which one would you give the police if I went missing?
He had no ready answer!*
Look at the beautiful garden outside our room.
I can’t see either of us spending time in a garden — at Cabin in the Woods or House Overlooking the Meadow — but we do appreciate the beautiful work of others.
It’s been nice to have a change of scenery — and so close to Washington, D.C.
I thought our departure would also benefit Mr. Orange and Philo. I imagined that, after spending so much uninterrupted time with us, they would enjoy having the apartment to themselves. But they looked forlorn when we left. Oh no.
Well, we’ll be back soon enough!
Outfit Notes: Proportions are everything. A cropped, fitted sweater balances these wide-legged, high-waisted pants.
Sweater: Finders Keepers (purchased in New Orleans); Pants; JCrew; Sandals: Wonders
+ Also, we’re trying to support local and small businesses. The hospitality industry has taken such a hit.
* I think both of us thought of a particularly terrible photo, in which I look Woody Allen and seem to be yelling. But I’d like to think he’d give the police a photo in which I am back-lit and appear to be an angel.