While on a road trip, my traveling companions and I stopped at the state park at the foot of Seneca Rocks primarily because I’d confessed I’d never been in this part of West Virginia. After being there, I’m ashamed. What kind of West Virginia ambassador am I if I neglect whole areas of the state?
It’s been years since I’ve managed to come up with a new adjective to describe the beauty of West Virginia. The area around Seneca Rocks had me struggling to find one. Amazing, jaw-dropping, gorgeous, yada yada. I hope to never become complacent about it even if my descriptions have to resort to the trite.
Seneca Rocks are FREAKIN’ AMAZING.
We didn’t have time to linger and were combining our need to pee with letting me get a good gander. While gandering in general, I gandered in particular at a tree the likes of which I’ve never seen before. The tree bore blossoms that in violation of state law I was provoked to pick so as to get a better look. (Yes, I’m hanging my head in shame.) I had to reach on tiptoe to grab a bottom limb of the tree and snatch a bloom.
I suspect, but am not sure, that this tree is what some folks refer to as a tulip poplar. A quick foray into Wikipedia confirms that suspicion. What I know for sure, is that I have to have one.
We were headed for a work retreat in Hampshire County. I haven’t spent much time in that part of the state (shame on me) and driving from here to there on a fine May day was JAW DROPPING (another trite description).
It was a fine May day the first time I ever laid eyes on West Virginia. I have become a little complacent since that initial rubbernecking, but trips like these bring that initial wonder to the forefront again. On this particular trip, I was gifted with the sight of what I dubbed The Peony Farm – a substantial piece of earth covered in white peonies. In fact, the entire trip was punctuated by peonies. Besides the tulip tree, I’m determined to plant a peony hedge.
Aside from tulip trees and peonies, the entire state seems to be dripping with wild rose and honeysuckle. The combined fragrance of West Virginia in bloom is AWESOME. (Sorry.)
Some folks talk about the first time they saw the ocean. Others the giant redwoods. Or the desert. Or…or…or. Seeing West Virginia the first time was a religious experience. I forget, oh yes I do, that lots of folks can’t drive down a road and see this or this. I’m telling you, it’s BEYOND BEAUTIFUL. (Oops.)
[Now shifting gears with an awkward transition.]
I’ve been absent from this blog for awhile and a few of you have been kind enough to inquire. I’m fine, more or less. Way too much life happening, busy-busy-busy, yada yada yada. Y’all know – the same old drill. The same old “my life is a runaway train and I have to get a grip, yada yada yada.” [Tell me, what did we say before Seinfeld coined yada yada?]
I’ve been so busy that the house is a wreck, the garden is neglected, the puppies are lonely and I’ve been even more stressed than usual, but the trip, though busy and a stressor, also served to put me in one spot for a few days. The simple act of not scurrying here and there for a couple of days was restorative. Here’s to hoping the feeling of balance will endure for a bit. And if it does, perhaps my dalliance with trite expression will come to an end.
10 thoughts on “And just how trite can you get?”
What? You went right by me and I didn’t know it?! Well, crappity!
That IS a beautiful drive. I did it back in April when I went to DC for a day. (It’s not quite as beautiful coming home on the same day, being dog-ass tired.) The stretch between Seneca Rocks and Moorefield remind me of rural England. All the little sheepies help.
Glad you’re back. I’ve been inundated with Life myself.
Hell, we ate lunch in Moorefield. It was a little like rural England, only prettier. 🙂
There was a dust up over “artisan bread” between my co-workers and I and think we scared our waitress at the trippy little restaurant we ate in.
They’re blaming me.
We were awash in fabulous flower fragrances at the soon to be dedicated Purple Heart Memorial Garden. We finished the final plantings Saturday am in the rain. Roses, lilacs, petunias and other assorted scents clung to the area making our entire little group pause to appreciate it. I enjoyed sharing your experience too.
I’m guessing before yada yada yada, we used blah blah blah — before that? Who knows?
Your flowers ARE freakin’ awesome (even if it does sound kind of Beavis and Butthead-ish.
Wishing you a wonderful, slowed-down kind of week.
I can’t wait to get one of those trees in my yard. If I read right, it’ll be years before I get blooms, but maybe my grandchildren will enjoy them.
Ah thank you, Dee. I swear I am going to find a rhythm that will work to incorporate all I have to do with all I want to do. I will I will.
Yep, that’s a tulip poplar. It’s astounding to see a flower like that on a huge tree.
I understand your superlatives completely. We drive through that area often because one of our sons lives nearby as well as one of my sisters. And it’s honestly the shortest, fastest route to northern VA from here, and I have tons of family there too. But every trip, I’m craning my neck and just speechless at the beauty. I take hundreds of photos of the same views because I can’t get over the beauty of the area. Sadly, some of it is being developed–those DC-ites are moving over and the rurality is being lost to displaced suburbia. Ah well, I can’t talk, I’m one of them myself, although I’ve been here for 35 years and did NOT build a McMansion.
Sometimes, I think it’s us transplants who most appreciate what West Virginia offers.
True. My hubby didn’t know the names of plants, and didn’t really pay attention to views until he met me. I was surprised that he could live here and not notice, but he took it for granted because it had always been thus.
Tulip trees grow fast. Really fast. Might be awhile before blooms, but they get big in short order. 🙂