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More Neighbors

I hope you enjoyed meeting some of my neighbors who live around where I work in Washington.  I know they were glad to see you; new faces are always welcome around here.  In fact, not only does everyone keep asking … Continue reading

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51 Year Old Blossoms

Today I took my fifth trip to Cherry Blossom Land.  I’m determined to see them through their annual journey from fresh-faced babies to shriveled petals on the ground.  I arrived at the Tidal Basin during lunch and recognized the trees … Continue reading

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High Bloom

March 29 I walked to the Tidal Basin during my lunch hour.  The height of blossoms starts today and continues for the next three or so, yet the weather gurus predict rain and even (horrors!) a wintry mix.  The blossoms … Continue reading

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My Neighbors

I like the blossoms and spring flowers that live next door, at least for a few weeks each year.  Quite a few live near the building where I do my day job Monday through Friday.  The neighborhood is very integrated: … Continue reading

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First Blossom

My commute is other people’s vacation… I board a bus within sight of the Potomac River.  It drives through historic Old Town Alexandria with its colonial houses, quaint byways, and even the church first Washington, then Robert E. Lee attended.  … Continue reading

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What I learned about a Crocus

A crocus is a triangle, a tripartite creation.  Until now, I had no idea.  I normally look at crocuses from the side and see pretty purple, yellow or white flowers only a few inches from the ground, with petals expanding … Continue reading

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The Blossoms Cry Out

Look upon me ye world weary, tired of winter’s stark, spare beauty. Breathe deeply of us all cynics who despair of ever breathing a fragrance worth inhaling. Marvel, oh people, before our vast tribe’s numberless multitude.

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Forsooth! Forced Forsythias

My wife had the enviably clever idea of cutting a few forsythia branches from a huge bush near our apartment, and sticking them in water to force them to blossom earlier than their outside brethren on the bush. It worked … Continue reading

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