When I returned from Biltmore and began to look at the pictures I'd taken that day, I came to the one above and -- just for a moment -- thought, Hmm, where was that?
And then I saw the blue bench and realized that, despite an almost complete lack of statuary and gardeners, my own little corner of western North Carolina is pretty nice.
Spring flowers are just as beautiful . . .
Weeping cherry, Oriental magnolia . . .
And peach all do their best . . .
And I didn't see any blue benches at the Biltmore Estate . . .
Not even one.