Okay, please don't laugh. Mount Vernon. Yup, the home of dead and decomposing George Washington. I love to sit on the back porch of the home and overlook the Potomac. Ugly as that river is close up, it really is something at a distance. I go frequently in Summer and the place is even more beautiful in late spring. The breeze is warm and gentle and I close my eyes. Still, I enjoy the serenity. The grass is green and even with the hustle and bustle of tourists, the noise is easily blocked out to reveal true silence. I feel so at home on those grounds. I feel a part of the history and my imagination always returns to the 18th Century. Mount Vernon will always be my escape. Even though tourists are a pain, I feel almost like the ghost of Martha encompasses my soul and I am the hostess of hill.
I hope you have had a wonderful holiday season and keep reading...
Always the daydreamer and modern philosopher,
A.W.
axwood@maila.wm.edu
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