When we planned our visit to Andrew Jackson’s Hermitage in Nashville, we expected American history, Presidential burial sites, preserved or simulated 19th-century living quarters, honest acknowledgment of slavery, and maybe a few war props. We didn’t expect so many pretty flowers.
Rachel Jackson’s sudden death in December 1828 mere weeks before her husband’s first inauguration means she was never officially a First Lady of the United States. Up to that point, one of her prize works was the one-acre garden on their estate, which remains in place to this day with many descendants of the original flora as living, blooming legacies. For longtime MCC readers familiar with our annual spring “Flowers Are Pretty” entries (follow the saga here, here, here, and here) may agree this walk around the Hermitage works well as a bonus chapter in that series.
Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:
This year’s trip began as a simple idea: visit ostensibly scenic New Orleans. Indianapolis to New Orleans is a fourteen-hour drive. Between our workplace demands and other assorted personal needs, we negotiated a narrow seven-day time frame to travel there and back again. We researched numerous possible routes, cities, and towns to visit along the way in Kentucky, Tennessee, Alabama, and Mississippi. We came up with a long, deep list of potential stops, but tried to leave room for improvisation…
And now, in honor of a springtime that doesn’t seem to have checked in for this particularly blustery weekend, we present flowers, more flowers, and (nothing but) flowers.
Not many words this time, but the flower pics threatened to overwhelm all the other Hermitage scenes, so I moved them to their own separate plot.
We know they had other buildings to explore in the farthest reaches, but Anne felt we didn’t need to spend all day here and she’d seen more than the requisite Presidential history she’d wanted and then some. We were both anxious to head back to Indiana, but we had a couple more stops to check off before we left the South, including one business in particular that embraced regional iconography more than any other we’d visited so far. If you thought the fandom for Jefferson Davis and the Confederacy in previous chapters was tough to grasp, y’all ain’t seen nothin’ yet.
To be continued!
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