Driving the Viaduct

"Enough," he said.
My husband put down the sander and told me he was gonna take a shower and then asked if I would lay down the hoe and join him later for a Sunday drive along the Blue Ridge Parkway.
"Twist my arm some more or handcuff me please," I teased.
So at 4 o'clock today, we began our weekend of relaxation.
My husband raised the lid on his beloved '59 Ford Retract and we cruised to the sounds of nifty fifty tunes.
Tis the start of the Parkway season. The scent of wild roses, wild pink catawba rhodos contrast against the blue skies and the lush green mountains await visitors this week.
I saw many photo ops and plan to return soon for *cough* serious work.
May I suggest you come up here and play soon?
You'll thank me.