I met my daughter at Betty Ford’s on Saturday. No, not the rehab, Betty Ford’s Alpine Gardens in Vail. Vail is about half way between us. We found lunch at the Farmer’s Market, walked the gardens, and shared a banana split. My daughter was laughing by the end of it. “None of my friends are still eating at the end of a banana split, mom. You and my brother are the only ones who can keep up!” We walked over six miles and yum, how often do I have a banana split?
The gardens are not huge, but the alpine flowers are beautiful and from all over the world.
We heard music too, since the gardens are right next to the amphitheater. Robert Plant and Alison Kraus were warming up and doing their sound checks. My daughter was underwhelmed.
This looks beautiful and peaceful, but the Farmer’s Market is big and was packed with people. We were pretty much out of the range of Robert Plant at this point, but he accompanied us much of the way.
I heard it on the radio! Well, no, I found it on Youtube.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: radio.
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I love the scabiosa. In medieval times it was part of the bath used to treat lepers.
Cool!
I find crowds daunting, and prefer the quiet walks.
The market was crowded. Less so when it rained later. The gardens were not crowded.
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At least she was underwhelmed – what if she hadn’t been whelmed at all?
When I was a paperboy I ate banana splits. The local low-budget drugstore strung balloons over the counter. Each balloon contained a tightly-folded scrap of paper with a number on it, representing the price you’d pay. You’d pick a balloon, they’d pop it and read the price. It was supposed to be a game of chance, but we’d hold each balloon up to the light to try to read the price. When we found one that said one cent, we’d pick that one.