After 5 (almost 6) years of Baltimore City living, Phil and I finally made it up to Rock State Park this weekend in the county. We figured since we don't go to church on Easter, appreciating nature is the most respectful way to spend such a beautiful weekend. When I mentioned this plan to my family, my dad sent me the following Emily Dickinson Poem I couldn't help smiling at:
"SOME keep the Sabbath going to church;
I keep it staying at home,
With a bobolink for a chorister,
And an orchard for a dome.
Some keep the Sabbath in surplice;
I just wear my wings,
And instead of tolling the bell for church,
Our little sexton sings.
God preaches,—a noted clergyman,—
And the sermon is never long;
So instead of getting to heaven at last,
I ’m going all along!"
The woods of Maryland make for quite a cathedral at the moment, and returning home to the city, I couldn't help feeling charged by the sunshine and spent Sunday planting flowers and digging in the dirt as well with my hubby & roomie at my side.
Hope you had a wonderful weekend, no matter how you spent it.
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