I am from the Washington, D.C. area and not once have I ever gone with the masses to see the cherry blossoms. Usually, it’s raining, windy and cold days before the festival, blowing the petals right off the trees, giving celebrants a memory of “what was” while they partake in the festivities. Other years, they haven’t blossomed yet. However this year, as if right on cue, they were fully blossomed and beautiful… and it was 85 degrees out.
For those that have never been, all along the Tidal Basin there is music, crafts, performances, a parade, food, drinks and of course, plenty of people and trees to look at for “miles”.
But what most forget is what the symbolism behind these beautiful trees. For 102 years, we’ve been celebrating the friendship between the U.S. and Japan (full history can be found here) and on hand to help, were the remaining WWII vets, whom we happened to stumble upon when we passed the WWII Memorial. Nothing is more heartwarming than the raucous round of applause they received when they paraded in for their picture.