Last tuesday, the gentleman and I took a trip to Dumbarton Oaks ~ the wisteria was in full bloom and the scent of spring blossoms hung gently in the warm air. We sat under a canopy of crabapple trees, and watched as the evening sun began to cast long shadows.
"Will you marry me?" he asked.
Yes. Of course.
After a while (and a half bottle of pink Champagne), we looked at the garden map to orient ourselves: Crabapple Hill. Somehow that seemed perfect to us.
So, forgive me for being absent from here. I have been a bit distracted!