“When I wake up in the morning and I feel the gentle breeze.
And there’s apple blossoms blooming everywhere
I hear the birds singing to each other in the trees
And I smell the pretty fragrance in the air
When it’s apple blossom time in Iowa,
And the grass is sprinkled with morning dew,
When it’s apple blossom time in Iowa
I’ll know the sweetest blossom, dear, is you.”
– from Apple Blossom Time In Iowa
I loved my stay in Davenport, Iowa. It was not near long enough. It’s charm, its beauty, the people and its promise draws you in. I could get use to it. I hope to be able to return someday but in the meantime I have the memories.
A view of downtown Davenport, IA from within the Skywalk.
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