With the fountain switched off for the winter, the reflections at the American Indian museum are sublime.
It's yet another gorgeous day in Washington DC. I'll be working today but I have a big break at lunchtime during which I'll be out there, walking the circuit around Lincoln Park, wandering through Eastern Market, bumping into neighbors and friends (as is our custom here on Capitol Hill.)
The powerful upward rush of springtime energy is palpable. Spring arrived early in DC which I imagine means the season won't be as spectacular as it usually is - but I might be wrong about that. All I know is that even though it isn't quite time, there are daffodils blooming. I saw one tree that has already popped. It's a little weird, I'll admit it.
But as my brother always says, you can not grasp the river. If this is how spring is going to unfold this year, then so be it. A non-winter followed by a freakishly early and uneven spring? This year of the black water dragon really is a tumultuous time. It brings chaos and disorder, necessary parts of the cycle of life, but. Whoa. Or should I say wow?
6 comments:
cannot wait for spring, but here we've still got to wait for May to roll around to get serious in the garden...the river is wild
reya!!!do you remember writing me recently and asking if we lived in the same world?! in this world, it's minus fifteen outside. the icicles are catching the morning light . . .the sky is crystal clear and i'm still filled with seeing the moon, venus and jupiter last night . . . . . hoooooo yeahhhhh!!!! a sweet early spring day to you and for you!!!!! steven
Steven your world sounds delicious.
Tom you and the river - like peas in a pod: wild!
I wonder if your early spring is really permanent, or if winter will rear its head for one more roar? At this time of year anything can happen!
You are so right, Steve. Who knows?
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