Last week, Nashville was sucker punched in the back of the knees with a messy winter storm. It probably would have been fine except that our town is still in denial about the every five year occurrence of such a storm and, therefore, has not put into place any kind of infrastructure to deal with winter weather. So. Vanderbilt canceled class, Metro schools shut down, and we were left with a classic Emma-and-Diana Friday Adventure (plus one with Jackson). After the snow and the overnight freeze and the rain and more snow and the ice and more freezing, all of campus turned into a giant slushee - it made the quintessential sound and everything. Walking around campus meant sticking your two straw legs into the dirt-flavored Slurpee and praying you didn't encounter a patch of unintended ice rink below. For a little tropical break from the icy mess, we set out for the campus greenhouse, to which none of us had been before. We followed that up with a drive to Franklin, with Bon Iver serenading our voyage through the wintery wonderland, to get to 55 South for all kinds of hearty, warm, delicious food.
This species of plant has been nicknamed shy because only about four botanists have ever gotten the plant to grow flowers. All to say, we joined an elite club of under 1,000 who have ever seen the flower.
May your streets be clear and your breaks be springy!