I've seen the blossoms three times in my life. Whenever I think of Washington DC, I always imagine it cherry blossom time. I think it's because the first time that I lived here, the cherry blossoms came at a pretty pivotal moment in my life. They came about the time I was working in a congressman's office and realized that I wasn't cut out for politics and that Heber was the one for me and that I could potentially marry him (which I did several months later).
The cherry blossom season here usually comes in march and remains in full bloom for a few weeks. 100 years ago, in a goodwill gesture, Japan gifted hundreds of cherry blossom trees that were planted around the tidal basin by all of the monuments. They bloom white and fluffy and incredibly beautiful. I'm used to a tree here or there with blossoms but this is blossoms everywhere you looks (even along the highway).
The second time, one year ago, Heb and I were in DC. We were looking for housing in preparation to make the big cross country move. We visited the cherry blossoms and walked along the tidal basin. I was still secretly expecting our Leo, having kept it under wraps and in the completely sick phase (note to self: don't order chicken while pregnant. You really don't like it). We were trying to finish our graduate work and prepare for the move.
Now, we have been in DC almost a year and the blossom season has come again. It's hard to believe. I've been thinking about it a lot lately, about what has happened in a year. We don't have any big life changes this year (thank goodness), we're just adjusting to all the changes. Oh, and we're looking forward to more visitors in the coming weeks (yay!).
This year, storms shortened the life span of the blossoms. Bummer. So I missed out on the really fluffy stuff but we did manage to find a tree or two.
