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I made it to the tidal basin last Sunday morn. With my close-up lens in tow. I didn’t spend very long there, but I think my time was well used. I’ve been waiting a year to nestle these blooms among the lyrics to what is probably my favorite song of all time.

April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;

May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.
June, she’ll change her tune,
In restless walks she’ll prowl the night;

July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.
August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;

September I’ll remember
A love once new has now grown old.

You should all share in my delicious experience by: listening to that song, and visiting the blossoms, if you haven’t. It’s not too late! They were peaking last weekend but are definitely still around this one. And if Garfunkel’s voice doesn’t make your skin tingle, I don’t know what’s wrong with you.

Happy April!