The first time I stayed at the Brandywine River Hotel, I was mortified at (I'm sorry) how it was 100% guested by blue-haired ladies. The second (this) time, I was wishing for those wonderful, quiet, respectful ladies back. My neighbor was on the phone until 4am, and then back on the phone at 6am and some passive aggressive door-slamming going on.

I could be tempted to work at Morris. Great place, friendly inviting staff.

I am sad that most places are geared towards spring. Because, as a horticulturist, I can't really take time to visit other gardens at their peak. Visited Jenkins, wonderful. Longwood actually made me depressed with its budget that I will never touch working at a place that pays thousands for a tent for one night, but doesn't understand what goes into the flora and art of horticulture in a public garden. I literally stopped dead in my tracks at their little room gardens, turned around, sat down, and almost cried. Envy is not pretty.

Egg Beaters: everyone! go to Morris Arboretum and bounce on the rope netting and say you don't feel like you're ten years old! The silly treehouses at Longwood have nothing on this.

Visited Jenkins, wonderful.

My mom's favorite.

go to Morris Arboretum and bounce on the rope netting and say you don't feel like you're ten years old!

Very true! We love the treehouse. Lying on the nets, looking down at the forest floor too.

Some more to see are the Barnes Foundation gardens (though the art collection is sadly moving downtown) and Bartram's Garden (http://www.bartramsgarden.org/), as well as Chanticleer (http://www.chanticleergarden.org/)

Loki just figured out how to play fetch. Help me.

SO, I cannot stop singing Adele's Someone Like You. It is making me need a chaise. Follow my logic here

- Someone Like You runs through my head
- I feel sad that I am longing after someone in my past
- I realize I am not really longing after anyone, because I have never felt that strongly
- I realize I am halfway through my 40th year and will be alone for the rest of my life since I clearly do not have the emotional depth for coupleship
- I need to lie down and fan myself and I am becoming overwhelmed with the self-pity melodrama

SEE! a CHAISE is needed to quickly lie down on and whimper pathetically.

Maybe I just need to make an Xtranormal video of my thoughts.

SEE! a CHAISE is needed to quickly lie down on and whimper pathetically.

If you get one, can we call you Camille?

I am going to have to read something to understand that aren't I? OMG, emotionally and culturally STUNTED. I am an undesirable castoff dunce. (I am working up to Scarlett level ridic in more of an effort to justify a chaise).

Yeah, I love Adele, but mostly Rumour Has It is the only song I can really listen to.

No, it's from a Garbo movie! You can *watch* something!

Chanticleer is my favorite, and we deliberately skipped it out of respect and fear for overplay. I love that it's a pleasure garden, and not fearfully concerned with education. Because sometimes I really get sick of label gardens. And gardens where art (sculpture) is plopped in without regard to organic integration. I have never been so in love with paths as I have been there.