Each spring Robert goes in silence to stand beneath the thicket of pink. And we call to hear how the tree has burst again in its fullness. We close our eyes as he tells us the story we want to hear, and we feel possible all over.
One of Japan's most celebrated cultural treasures, "Colorful Realm: Japanese Bird-and-Flower Paintings" by Itō Jakuchū (1716-1800) is on view at the National Gallery of Art in Washington through April 29.
Japanese culture is all about rituals, like the ritual of "hanami" or flower-viewing. It'll take a while for Coloradans to be able to picnic under the trees at Green Valley Ranch, but it'll be a beautiful ritual when they do.
Every year, thousands of tourists flock to our nation's capitol for the Cherry Blossom Festival. The festival is now taking place -- but without the spectacular blooms. A freak weather anomaly? No. It's consistent with an undeniable trend.
Amid March Madness, with "mind-boggling" high temperature records outpacing low temperature records, one has to wonder when people might start hoarding agricultural products damaged by this climate change driven global weirding.
A visit to Washington, DC in the spring is always exciting, but this season the 'wow" factor in the nation's capital goes up a notch with the 100th Celebration of the National Cherry Blossom Festival Parade on Saturday, April 14.
After a long winter who wouldn't welcome an early onset of warmer weather, daffodils and, here in Washington, cherry blossoms? Isn't that a good thing? The short answer is no. Before becoming completely intoxicated by spring fever, let's consider some of the drawbacks.
Will the early cherry blossoms in D.C., or the heat waves in the red states, or the melting nation's icebox be enough to convince Congress to consider the possibility that they have a responsibility to base public policy decisions on science instead of opinions?
Agricultural systems and cultural icons, like D.C.'s Cherry Blossoms, drive detailed record keeping that move beyond impression to factual records that enable detailed and statistically sound analysis.
With a rustle of this terribly frailty, the cherry tree on Glebe Pt. Road reopened once again my awareness that there is no demarcation line in this war in which we find ourselves. Everywhere is occupied, everywhere is the front line.