Pretty Flowers

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.
A closeup of the cherry blossoms.
The Jefferson Memorial framed by cherry blossoms.
The Jefferson Memorial framed by cherry blossoms.
I'm not sure MLK approves of the crowds...
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)
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.
The beautiful Gerber daisies that were waiting for me at the office this morning.

Worth It

I am not a big fan of crowds, and as such, I often avoid going down to see the cherry blossoms at the Tidal Basin around peak time, since it is always insanely jam-packed with people. The weather today, however, was (again) unseasonably warm, and it looked like we were gearing up for a pretty sunset, so I decided to brave the hordes and head down to take a look. And, boy, was I rewarded. There was this view:

The paddle boat dock and cherry trees at sunset.
The paddle boat dock and cherry trees at sunset.

And this one:

The Jefferson Memorial, cherry blossoms, and sunset. Beauty.
The Jefferson Memorial, cherry blossoms, and sunset. Beauty.

Either one of those shots would have made going down there worth it, but both? Yeah, I am glad I went.

And since my mom always complains that there are never any pictures of me when I do stuff, I exchanged cameras with a solo tourist so we both had shots of ourselves:

More cherry blossoms. And me.
More cherry blossoms. And me.

Happy 100th birthday, cherry blossoms!