Any reason is a good reason to visit Blacksburg. This weekend the reason was the football team’s spring game. And Dylan. And Easter. And because Blacksburg is the most beautiful place in the world to experience springtime weather.
We spent Saturday afternoon tailgating and enjoying the blazing sun at the spring game. I got a picture with the ever elusive Grizzly Adams, otherwise known as my brother the freshman fraternity pledge.
It was very sunny in that stadium. My nose and neck still have the red, shiny hue to prove it.
A butterfly landed on Dad’s new koozie, a gift from the aforementioned Grizzly Adams, freshman fraternity pledge, younger brother of mine.
After Easter brunch and a visit with the Easter Bunny on Sunday morning, we took a leisurely walk through campus. Isn’t it beautiful?
My family of Hokies looked handsome strolling across the drillfield — Classes of 2008, 1981, 1982, and 2014, from left to right.
Hugh humored me by standing in the exact spot I’d mapped out to take a family photo for us.
Just for good measure, I let Hugh get in a picture too.
It felt good to visit the April 16th memorial a week after the anniversary for a little reflection. It’s just hard to believe that it was four years ago now that piles of flowers and letters, t-shirts and ball caps, candles and gifts of all kinds were lying reverently where 32 Hokie stones now sit in a well-designed, permanent memorial.
I’m still a little infatuated with my alma mater, and I can’t wait to go back for football games this fall. The only thing better than Blacksburg in the Spring is Blacksburg in the Fall.
In a bird’s nest in a tree with green buds.
In flowers blooming on a tree. Pink magnolia, maybe?
In gardens full of daffodils.
In tiny leaves growing from nearly naked branches.
Today, on the second day of Spring, I think Spring has officially sprung.
As have the pipes on my hot water heater.
But that’s a story for another day.
Boy is it a story.
Okay, back to the peacefulness of Spring.
Doves sunning on a stoop.