A dramatically colder winter, made me wonder. Would we be skipping spring, 2015?
Oh me of little faith. We haven’t had that much climate change.
Overnight we awoke to what an acquaintance used to call “the dancing ladies” – a quadrille of white beauties on Calvert Street.
You can catch the very last of them joining hands above the streetscapes.
Appreciate quickly before they are pushed aside by the impatient greenery.
The ladies are usually joined by shorter trees so bent over gracefully by the weight of pinkish white blossoms.
Though perhaps a bit unsure still if the season had actually changed, we come out to find temperatures in the restorative seventies.
The brave flowering dares us all to consider new possibilities. New life, new appetites – new everything it seems. That would be spring? Right?
More and more of us gather randomly along places like Mt. Vernon to examine the recently shined up Washington Monument.
In its shadow as always is the brooding, robed and seated Roger Brooke Taney bows. He bows to the South. Purposely? We wonder. As Supreme Court Chief justice, Taney tried to settled the explosive Dred Scott case in favor of the soon-to-be Confederacy. Why wouldn’t he be brooding? Some say his findings made the Civil War inevitable,
A bas relief attached to the church honors Taney’s brother-in-law, Francis Scott Key, just around the corner from the Mt. Vernon Place’s United Methodist Church with its au-gust grey walls and very bold steeple.
A bit further south on Charles, chess players Robert Green and Russell Wilmore sit on plastic chairs, carefully considering the first moves of the outdoor season. Wilmore seems to be making the first entries of 2015.
It’s okay, the two men say, to take a photograph – but it’s not a license to linger.
No offense. I’m thinking Stages 2 and 3: dogwood and azalea.