I’ll post spring-break-in-Delaware photos soon, but first here are some pictures I made of the cherry blossoms in Washington, D.C.
Jeff and I rushed back to D.C. on Sunday morning just to see the cherry blossoms. I was adamant about seeing them, since I’d never been in the area during the blossoming period and didn’t know when I would be again.
Getting to the National Mall was a nightmare. Jeff insisted that we’d be okay with driving (I’d thought we’d park at his house and take the Metro). Then we discovered that roads were blocked for the annual 10-miler, so we had to take the long way around (and again, and again) to get back to the Mall. Finding a parking space was a struggle only to be matched by dealing with the throngs of SLR- and stroller-wielding tourists (and realizing that we were among them, albeit without a stroller).
And then we finally arrived… and the cherry blossoms were white. The few pink-blossom trees were pretty pitiful. Major letdown.
But hey, now I’ve finally seen the much-beloved cherry blossoms. Next time I get to see them, though, I hope they’re pink. Because any schoolchild who knows anything about the D.C. cherry blossoms knows that they’re supposed to be pink.