Eyre Hall, a handsome colonial house owned by the same family for twelve generations. We visited at the end of a long spring rain; the atmosphere was shadowy and moist and you could almost feel the family ghosts sighing with relief at the beginning of spring.
Historic Garden Week in Virginia, the 77th anniversary of this glorious fete. If I lived anywhere within a reasonable distance, I would spend the rest of the week dropping in on the neighbors. And if I were suffering from a broken heart (and there seems to have been a rash of them lately among my friends) I would fling myself into the beds of a plantation or two, and find succor in the bleeding hearts swooning around me.
Monticello Garden Shop that I brought back from my recent trip; I can't imagine they will do anything at this late date, but I'm going to try. Northern gardeners stand a chance with them, as the weather has been cool. The packets are beautifully designed, and each one tells a little story of Jefferson's relationship to the plant.