“Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.” – Edgar Allen Poe The GPS signaled our next turn onto “1st Mt. Olive Way,” which, of course, is only notable because of my nickname “Olive.” Jokingly, I viewed this rectangular, green street sign as confirmation that it was my destiny to be here – and by “here” I mean Edgar Allen Poe’s home in Baltimore, Maryland. Admittedly, this stop sparked my inner nerd, which, I’m sure, is obvious simply from this introduction. As an English major in college, I lived and breathed literature, and Edgar Allen Poe was one of my favorite American authors. We were greeted at the entrance…
Before I even arrived in Baltimore, Maryland on Friday afternoon, Brian had already constructed a creative to-do list, listing six local “must see” attractions for our weekend in the Mid-Atlantic State. Our adventure commenced at the Cylburn Arboretum, a 200-acre public garden located in central Baltimore. We followed the winding trails through its floral settings, all encircling the ground’s focal point: a renaissance-revival mansion constructed in the late 19th century, its stone façade rising behind a colorful mansion-front garden. As I reflect on this experience, I realize that no amount of words can sufficiently describe the beauty that we witnessed that day. Instead, I include photographs which capture but a small portion of the majestic beauty that this garden has to offer.