There is a sizeable list of things that makes DC a unique place. One entry pretty close to the top has to be the beloved cherry blossom. Every year, toward the end of March/early April spring literally explodes like a cherry bomb in the District. The effects are precious pink and white fluffy trees scattered all over town. If one is brave enough, the trek down to the Tidal Basin in the balmy spring weather is a voyage to a fantasy-land and makes even the most hardened politico long to toss the shoes aside and frolic singing tra-la-la.
There are Washingtonians who swear that they loathe these bits of pink puffiness. They argue it creates congestion, and that the annual National Cherry Blossom Festival marks the official beginning of tourist season. I concur that the person/fanny pack ratio does increase around this time of year, but for me the true beauty of it all makes it seem worth while. As the blooming event marks the beginning of more pleasant temperatures, it means the beginning of flip-flops, strappy shoes, and short sleeves; long walks over lunch, a pint of the finest hops near the water, and longer evenings to enjoy. Because of this, I give the cherry blossoms in the city by the Potomac three-and-a-half stars out of four (***1/2). The half point is docked only because I do agree about the tourist bit. They are a bit annoying.
2 comments:
Aw, what if I was one of the tourists? :)
It does look beautiful. I wish I could come see.
Well, don't think that I've forgotten that you and your hubbie have a standing invite to come visit whenever you like.
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