Below are the pictures from The Roosevelt Estate part of our excursion which actually came first in the day but that is neither here nor there.

The headstone of Franklin Roosevelt, one of the greatest presidents that this country has ever seen, and the only one ever to be elected to 4 consecutive terms in office. His and Eleanor (who's first name was actually Anna) is located right next to a lovely Rose garden that the girls enjoyed very much.

The estate belonged to FDR's parents and was a working horse farm, then it became the main residence of the president. These tiles are located in the main stable and even after all these years are just another reminder of the beauty that went into every detail.

The front of the Roosevelt's modest House
I do believe a snap dragon.
I do believe a Rosie just below the main house.
A nice photo op with the Mommy.
This tree was spectacular. This photo does not do it justice, it must have been at least six stories tall. I mean just plain enormous. I wouldn't even venture a guess as to it's age but, this massive tree surely saw the birth of our nation.

There is a really nice woodland trail that runs parallel to the Hudson river that connects the FDR estate with that of their friends the Vanderbilts.
Franklin's beloved house overlooking the small apple orchard.
My little Ella Jean throwing rocks into the Hudson river.

Stephanie in the Parking lot at the welcome center at FDR estate in Hyde Park, New York.

This was an unexpected treat, this bearded Iris is named Francis Iva, and it turns out that it is the only rebloomer (bloomes in spring and again in the fall) we have in our 65 varieties. It's hard to see but the beard on the tounge is actually a very bright yellow. Amazing!

This iris has actually bloomed twice more in the last two weeks, even with temps dropping to the lower 30's! This flower I call the haydoo flower, actually it's called a Cosmo. If you ever made to my buddy Sandy's house you'd understand why, since it would take about a minute after meeting the man, to have a glass of this flower's alchoholic namesake in your hand and some friendly conversation.
Cheers Sandor!!! Think of this one as a pitcher!

A small Hibiscus tree that decided to bloom one last tome after we brought it in from the cold. Guess it was thankful.