For almost all of the 15 years DH and I have been married, I have been after him to go to the Natchez/Vicksburg area for the Spring Pilgrimage. I have always been fascinated by the Ante & Post Bellum architecture of the South, and spring is a very beautiful time in South Alabama and South Mississippi. Azaleas lead the parade of color in these areas, and they come in all colors, then the dogwoods, bridal wreath and wysteria flesh out the yearly display of God's artistry.
Well as most of you know by now, God, not DH, decided to grant my wish this year. Pastor Rob at the Vicksburg Church called some weeks ago to tell me that he and a few more folks from that church were interested in participating in the Blitz this year. He also requested that I come and give a presentation about the Blitz. Once again God's timing is PERFECT! DH and I had totally disregarded our 15th wedding aniversary in March because we were just too busy with three kids going different directions and the task of making a living. Well, when Bro Rob called I decided this was my chance. I made the reservations at the
Belle of the Bends Bed and Breakfast, and planned us a weekend away.
After farming the kids out (Thank You Nanny, Papaw and Bebee), we left town @ 12:30 Friday afternoon. Three and 1/2 hours later and one whole state away we pulled into the B&B.
(SIDENOTE: When I made the reservations, I noticed that a rival B&B advertised that they were located outside of the "hood". Having grown up on the bank of the Alabama River, the lure of sitting on the porch with a view of the "Mighty Mississippi" was too great, I had to pick one close to the water. Soooo I ignored this little warning sign AND kept quiet to DH about it. Naturally, we missed the entrance the first pass and had to make the block. This block consisted of three absolutely gorgeous B&B"s and a plethora of what at one time must have been slave quarters. Now they were just run down shanties with really nice cars outside.)
DH realizes that the B&B is smack in the middle of the "hood" and askes if I am sure we want to do this. He says "It's not to late to go get a hotel room." Recall the point where I have been wanting to do this for 15 YEARS! Now I realize that he is a manly man and his need are simple. Give him a toilet and a tv and basically his needs are met. Really I am not sure he even needs one of those, but I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. About the time he gets that question out, a train goes by about 100 yard west of the home and evidently the engineer was all of 6 years old because he blew the horn from the South city limits to ten miles past the North city limits. Again I hear "It's not to late!" OHHH but IT IS TOO TOO LATE! I saw the river, the azaleas, the dogwoods, the jasmine, the bridal wreath, the huge wrap-around porches, the ten foot tall doors, the brick paved streets, and every ounce of Scarlett O'Hara in me screamed "I AM STAYING IN THIS HOUSE TONIGHT!" All he heard was "Are you coming with me, DEAR?"
Sorry to leave you hanging, but I have got to go cook supper now..... Stand by for more.......It was a GREAT WEEKEND!