Tickled Cherry Pink And High On Pollen

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The Cherry Blossom Festival is underway in Washington, D.C. Tourists from all over the country, and some from around the world, flock to the Tidal Basin to catch a drift of the ethereal blossoms. Meanwhile, Thomas Jefferson sits through it all unblinkingly, silently watching the mass of humanity converge around Japan’s lasting gift(s) of friendship to the United States of America.

As much as I love cherry blossoms and enjoy a walk around the Tidal Basin at this time of the year, I can’t deal with the surging crowds. It can feel like there are about as many people as there are petals on the ground, and it can get overwhelming for me.

But perhaps by divine appointment, at around this time last year the hubby and I discovered the National Arboretum in DC. What a delightful place! They have cherry blossoms too, along with magnolias and apple trees and garden walks and evergreens. It was a given we’d visit again this year, and earlier this week we did.

We picked a school day, particularly because the boys get bored at about the same time I get lost taking pictures. So after dropping Elijah off at school, his “Bye, Daddy! Have fun following Mommy around while she takes pictures of cherry blossoms!” ringing in the hubby’s ears, off to DC we went.

I was very excited. I assumed the hubby was too, as he always claims he likes making me happy. {And he was very patient, sitting on a bench at each stop and waiting quietly, or driving slowly behind me as I walked from grove to grove, looking all the while like he was lost and needed directions.}

I ended up taking over 1000 pictures, a few I’m sharing in this post, along with some of the thoughts that went through my head as I wandered under the trees and followed the map to the blooms.  I apologize in advance for being all over the place. As stated above, I was tickled cherry pink and high on pollen.

 

 

 

A beautiful day, a day when it didn’t matter what one did or didn’t have in terms of material possessions. The day is free, and the perks that come along with this gift are in no way cheap or common.

 

 

 

And I started singing quietly, “Until the sea of glass we meet, at last completed and complete. The tide of tear and pain subside, laughter drinks them dry. I’ll be waiting, anticipating. All that I aim for, what I was made for. With every heartbeat, all of my blood bleeds. Running inside me, looking for you. I am restless, I am restless. I am restless, looking for you. I am restless, I run like the ocean to find your shore. I’m looking for you.” – Restless, by Switchfoot

 

And again, “How can I stand here with You and not be moved by You? Would You tell me, how could it be any better than this?” -Everything, by Lifehouse

 

And it turned into a time of singing, as softly as praise could be, all the songs that came to mind. Sitting on this bench, it was, “When beauty breaks the spell of pain, the bludgeoned heart shall burst in vain. But not when love be pointed King, and truth shall Thee forever reign. Oh gaze of love so melt my pride, that I may in Your house but kneel. And in my brokenness to cry, spring worship unto Thee.” – Hymn, by Jars of Clay

 

 

Here: “He’s coming for a pure bride, He’s coming for a pure bride. See him riding in the skies! See the fire inside his eyes!” – Pure Bride, by Leeland

 

 

Oh Spring! How beautiful you are, and how easy it is to worship when you are here. No matter what I’m feeling, no matter how challenging the circumstances, you remind me that my Father is way bigger than my box of worries…

 

 

Pink and green, green and pink. Rosy tones and vibrant greens. Sky so blue, steps so light. So pick a shade and trace a scent.

 

 

Take the path, please be quick. Just round the bend—you’re too late! The dryad’s gone, her tinkling laughter fades away. But trees so fair, delight your sight. A faint, spicy fragrance perfumes the air.

 

 

Winter’s promise has come true. The palest of blossoms, the faintest of hue. Though flimsy, though frail, the joy you bring washes over me with the force of a gale.

 

 

Knees bowed in worship. How great Thou art. How great Thou art.

 

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