We aimlessly wandered about Colonial Williamsburg on Saturday afternoon– spending a good portion of our time in the Colonial Garden.
The first piece of published literature on gardening in the Americas.
At one point we found ourselves in the middle of a Colonial brigade. If not for the ubiquity of fanny packs, New Jersey accents and K-Swiss sneakers, you could have fooled me into believing that we had been transported back to the 18th Century. The disdain for the loyalists was almost tangible. And true to her sympathetic nature, Jessie was quickly swept up in the emotion of the patriots. This, my favorite photo of the day, was captured just after one of the revolutionaries chided King George. The pipes and drums resumed shortly thereafter.