The beauty of spring in the Washington, D.C., area came later my third year here than it did the first two. But that just kept me in suspense a couple of extra weeks of waiting for all the colors to appear.
My parents visited the last weekend in March, and I thought that would be prime cherry blossom time. But the trees were at least a couple of weeks later this year than last, with just buds out for Easter. So Ted and I went walking around the Tidal Basin 1 1/2 weeks later, along with thousands of others strolling around, taking photos and picnicking. It’s quite the sight!
My parents were here at the beginning of the school trip season, when busses line up along the streets bordering the National Mall, with students pouring out for obligatory sightseeing. My niece Olivia will be among them next year.
We took in the very sobering special exhibits at the Holocaust Museum, unable to get tickets to the permanent collection, and walked around the incredible displays at the Botanical Gardens, as well as stopped by the White House and Lincoln Memorial. I learned a lot more about the World War II Monument than ever before, when a National Park Servcie ranger explained the arrangement of the states’ names engraved on the massive columns. And visiting the Korean War Monument carried more meaning with my dad along, since he had served in South Korea just after the ending of that war.