This is Northlawn, my college dorm, 1966-1969.
I fell in love with Stuart in the spring of 1967.
He was a grand senior. I was a lowly “frosh.”
Stuart pinned a red rose corsage on my lime green Spring Banquest dress while I stood on the porch of that dorm.
Now, after 45 years of marriage, we have returned to live less than a mile from this place.
We walk nearly every day through familiar scenes infused with memories of giddy joy.
The profusion of blooms bring back the intensity of first love tempered by the security of love tested, tried, and true.
If you are interested in more pictures and stories comparing past and present in the landscape of love, let me know in the comment section below.
In the meantime, here we are together just before Spring exploded.
Writing Prompt: Our landscape of love is here in the Shenandoah Valley. Where is yours? Can you tell a story? Why not leave a paragraph below?