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This is probably our last spring as residents of the Washington DC area, and I’ll confess that I’ll miss this season the most. Spring in DC is a parade of blossoms, but this year, the show has been more like a fireworks display, a burst of color ending quickly, but oh, those glorious moments.
Looking at this photo of my husband and me at the Tidal Basin a few years ago, I remember how cold the day was, and how windy, nothing like this year’s unusually warm weather. Right now, and for the first time I can remember, everything seems to be blooming at once. Dogwoods with daffodils are normally unheard of. Cherry trees bloomed about two weeks earlier than predicted, and our neighbor’s tree is already dropping petals. But what a sight to see our area garbed in its entire spring wardrobe, like a lady who can’t decide which Easter dress or hat to wear, so she dons them all.
Today’s poem is in the public domain and I can print it here for you to enjoy. I discovered this one at the Poetry Foundation website, and to learn more about the poet A.E. Housman, follow this link to that site.
What do you want to view each year in whatever years are yours to enjoy?
A Shropshire Lad II: Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now
by A.E. Housman