When I moved to Washington, D.C., the swampy summers and congested byways made me doubt I’d feel at home there. I loved JFK’s snarky description of the city as a place of “Southern efficiency and Northern charm. Later, I added a copy of Meg Greenfield’s Washington to my book shelves. For all my shock at the alien environment, I did learn to navigate the Beltway, the receptions on the Hill, and the Metro system.
Before that became second nature, I gardened. The space around my townhouse came with azaleas and red roses, and after I began a trial — or trowel — -and-error approach to enhancing the little garden, the true-blue morning glories that decorated the neighborhood when it was built in the 1940s bloomed once more, too.
The fabulous seasons of at the U.S. Botanic Garden, the Tulip Library, and the cherry blossoms on the Tidal Basin made it seem essential to a little more about how things might thrive in the D.C. area. The inevitable spring photos make me a little nostalgic, and this year, — perhaps every year — The Washington Post features some lovely glimpses of the blossoms.
My own photos of the cherry blossoms were taken with a rather pathetic device that barely seems to merit the name “camera” in the era of digital photography. Still, there’s this one amusing photo of cherry blossoms, taken late in December, framing the Christmas tree at the foot of the Hill.
Ah, the days of early spring.