Yesterday — which ever so conveniently aligned with my planned birthday off from work — was the first day of the peak blooming period for DC’s famous cherry blossoms. The cold weather had kept them at bay much longer than expected, but once they decided to appear… Whoa. I don’t know if I’ve never made it down to the Tidal Basin right at peak before, or whether this year’s crop is better than usual, but I’ll admit I was impressed.
Here are a few pictures from my stroll:
A closeup of the cherry blossoms.
The Jefferson Memorial framed by cherry blossoms.
I’m not sure MLK approves of the crowds…
A panorama of the Tidal Basin, taken from near the Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial. (Click to enlarge)
And as if that was not enough floral beauty for one birthday, I got into work today and found a huge box of gorgeous flowers from my nephews. I’m such a lucky auntie!
The beautiful Gerber daisies that were waiting for me at the office this morning.
This, apparently, is what 42 looks like – at least when it’s been walking around for too long on a hot day.
In the book The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, 42 is the answer to the “ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything” as determined by a supercomputer over the course of millions of years.
The catch? No one knows what the ultimate question was.
This seems oddly appropriate as I celebrate my 42nd birthday. It’s an age by which I think younger me would have expected to have all the answers, when in reality, all I’ve learned as I’ve aged it that I don’t necessarily even know the question.
I’m totally ok with this, by the way. I’ll keep asking and trying and doing and being and caring and loving, because that’s as close to everything as I am ever going to need.