Y ears ago my parents, sister and I were on a camping trip with my grandparents to West Virginia. Our route had taken us from our home in Fort Meade, Maryland, around Washington DC and through the countryside of Virginia. After
"The blue bell is the sweetest flower, That waves in summer air;Its blossoms have the mightiest power, To soothe my spirit’s care."~Emily Dickinson I f you hang around me long enough, each spring you will notice that I tend to gush over
Just as the last of the cherry blossom petals fall to the ground in Washington DC, spring continues in Virginia at Burnside Farms. Every year thousands of people visit the family-run farm for their nearly month-long Festival of Spring. What