On this most lovely day, my Romeo and I went to the National
Arboretum, but this time we skipped our favorite Fern Bank trail, for the
Trails of the Asian Collections. This is a series of wooded areas planted to
form the following Gardens: A) Korean Hillside, B) China Valley, C) Asian
Valley, D) Japanese Woodland, and there is a Camellia Collection, a Pagoda, and
a Gate to the Anacostia River. We did not get to every trail, but spent about
an hour wandering up and down the trails and discovering the remnant blossoms
of summer. I have to include the first photo--it's in the truck on the way and
Romeo (buckled in from the back of his harness) always sits up so straight and
tall! I love this kid so much.
I've always found it fantastical that a meteorite wiped out
the Dinosaurs but still managed to leave somewhere some vestigial outpost of
life as to spare things like ferns and Ginkgos, and Magnolias, and Conifers
through a period of tens of thousands of years of ecological devastation and
climate disruption to survive pretty much intact into our present era.
love our National Arboretum adventures!
He has the unbridled, if harnessed, curiosity of a curious
To take him a place with such beauty and so many plants to
smell, and all he wants to do is smell is gravel.... Oh well!
What's at the top?
These are the gardens nearest to where we had to park. The
Dogwood Gardens, which are naturally more interesting in the spring.
I was born on a bitterly cold end of January night in the year 1961. It was seven years to the day after the birth of Oprah Winfrey, and one year before the death of Robert Frost on that same day. Cool associations both.
I was the first child of older parents (my mother was 42). I love the color yellow. I am single, and fascinated with life.