By the time Phil the Groundhog pokes his head out of his hole, I’m past ready for winter to end. I want it to end now. I want the sunshine to come out. I want the world to be warm again. At last, I spotted my first sign of spring: A cherry blossom tree.
It was on a divider in the street, pale pink sunshine bursting Washington, DC, out of winter. When the blossoms reach their peak bloom, they look like lace sleeves bunched up on the branches, with black showing through. The trunks are actually dark brown, but the delicate flowers make them appear more stark.
The tidal basin trees are 100 years old this year. They were given to the U.S. by Japan in 1912, but none of the original trees survived. Despite their beauty, the blossoms have a short life. We’ll get a windy day shortly after the peak, and the wind knocks off the petals. The only thing left of the blossoms are pink petals blowing in the gutter like dust.
What will you do now that the weather is changing? Do you have any exciting vacation plans?