Spring in Louisville is gorgeous. Planned around the Kentucky Derby, Louisville gardens are designed to be at their floral best in early May. The Derby is always the first Saturday in May. But the peak of blooms coincided with the peak of the corona virus, and the Derby was cancelled.
Though its spirit lived on.
My building is on Cherokee Road, at Cherokee Triangle--a small park with a bandstand and a juried art show in the summer. Aside from my 1980s high-rise, most of Cherokee Road is early 19th century Victorians. Huge houses, many are now divided into condos.
I am house-bound through the pandemic as it makes it way through Kentucky. The only time I get outside is to walk with Tony--either up and down Cherokee Road from our building to the entrance to Cave Hill Cemetery or the loop in Cherokee Park, one of our beautiful Olmstead Parks which I look out at from our windows. It is a beautiful walk, and generally uncrowded with people being careful to social distance. I am lucky to have it, as you may see here. (Note: these pictures were taken a week or so after the Derby peak, but nonetheless in the virus peak. It feels like two different worlds).
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