“How were the cherry blossoms?”
“We didn't go to the Tidal Basin
“You were on the Mall weren't you?”
“Yeah, but I don’t recall seeing any cherry blossoms.”
“Then they weren't blooming.”
Mama Wordbones was right as usual, particularly when it
comes to the ways of nature. I went back and checked my camera. I had taken the
typical tourist pictures. Standing in the middle of America ’s front lawn I took one
shot towards the capital and one towards the monument. Bing. Bang. Boom.
If you look closely you can see the beginnings of color. I wasn't looking closely. It was cold.
Peanut and I took a day trip to the National Museum of American History ,
my choice not hers. Someone is not doing well in US History and I was hoping
for some sort of inspiration. I don’t think it took. Hard to tell though, teenagers
are notoriously hard to read.
On the ride home I heard on the radio that peak bud time has
now moved back to this Saturday, two days above the average.
We're planning on going back on Sunday, with the bikes. It would
be nice if we didn't have to wear ski hats and gloves.
