Without a doubt, fall is my favorite season. Fall is also only four days away according to the calendar. Which means I’m getting pretty giddy over here. The sudden drop in temperature over the weekend might just be a tease, but I’m not looking back. The sundresses and strappy sandals have been put away and the leather jackets have been moved upfront and center.
Above, fall colors reflected in the Four Mile Run River remind me just how beautiful this season is. Can’t wait to see all these colors oh-so soon!
See you again next year.
Summer arrives with a length of lights
Summer blows away
And quietly gets swallowed by a wave
It gets swallowed by a wave
Took a little walk in the woods to see the if any trees had fallen during Hurricane Irene. But instead of fallen trees, I found an abundance of mushrooms. I doubt these little guys grew over night, but I’m sure all the rain we had definitely helped them out.
What a gorgeous day today. I hit up all my favorite spots on the bike trail including Reagan airport to watch the planes take off. It’s such a great feeling to fly past all the cars sitting in rush hour traffic. Also! When did all the biker babes come out of hibernation?! And runners? Where have you been living and working and hanging out? Man oh man, you make it hard to pay attention. Maybe if I crash it would be our perfect meet cute. No? Okay, I guess not.
The parks of London are just one of those things you have to see for yourself. (Central Park what?!) I wish I could see them transform through every season, but when I was visiting it was about this time of year and there were daffodils everywhere. Actually, they were all over the city. Because London’s spring weather can be cold and dreary, I like to think that the daffodils were planted as a way to cheer everyone up.
Happy little golden faces smiling up at you as you walk by.
Soft pink petals that fall and gather like snow.
I can’t help but think of the Japanese who are still suffering after the March quake and tsunami. The cherry blossoms that surround the tidal basin in DC were a gift from the Japanese. The pink blossoms are so delicate, it’s hard to believe that mother nature could create such powerful destruction. It is never too late to give what you can. I used Google because they allow you to donate directly to the Japanese Red Cross (and in yen!). You can find the link here.
Happy first day of spring! First cherry blossoms of the year, outside of my apartment. The National Cherry Blossom Festival in DC begins on March 26th!
It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.