Where I grew up, spring started at the end of February. Denver has some beautiful spring days scattered throughout March and April, but they are often followed by snowstorms. By this point in the year, I'm ready for warmth and sandals, flowers and spring green leaves. It's the perfect time to take Isaac home to NC. Charlotte is a vision of green at this time of year, layers and layers of leaves with sprawling azalea bushes and bursts of color from other flowers. I'd forgotten just how spectacular the southern spring can be until this trip home.
On our first morning in Charlotte, my mom and Isaac and I went to Winghaven, a place in my general neighborhood that I'd always heard about but never seen. It's a historic house with several acres of gardens behind it, built up over the decades by a woman who insisted on dining by candlelight, made friends with wild birds, and loved beauty. When she and her husband moved in, there was a bare yard with a single sapling; under her care, they added to the acreage and left an incredible legacy when they died. Now a foundation keeps up the gardens and anyone can go visit.
Above, you enter from a neighborhood street.
Below, Isaac exploring the paths with my mom.
You'll have to humor me here...lots of flower pictures...I think all the azaleas in the city were blooming last week, and they grow so big.
Bird food below
Wisteria hanging from the trees
Isaac liked the flowers, but all he really wanted was to play in the water. He could have stayed here splashing for hours, and although we gave him lots of time to play, he wasn't happy when we decided to move on.
Isaac had to stop and splash in every fountain, pond and birdbath. My mom used this as incentive to keep him moving. Let's go look for some more water!
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