It never gets old - walking beneath the cherry blossoms at the Tidal Basin, like riding under the planes roaring into and out of National Airport. There's a reason generations of Japanese poets spent their lives writing about the fleeting brilliance and exquisite beauty of the cherry tree. They really are stunning, especially viewed en masse.
I've gone into the city several times this week: with Kent as the sun fell, with Tobias for a picnic and paddle boat ride, by myself on my bike. They'll only look like this for a week and I'm trying to wring as much serenity from them as I can. We're hoping to take all of the kids there again this weekend but it looks like rain and thunderstorms might thwart our plans.
In case the rain keeps you away too, a few photos:
Happy Festival, folks!