Every Spring, these trees bloom in Washington. And every Spring, the world flocks to see them.
Personally, I don’t get it. They’re just white flowers. On trees.
They smell okay.
I mean, if you can’t find a pan of underbaked brownies or a newborn, they’ll do.
They don’t turn the Tidal Basin into fairyland.
Unless your idea of fairyland is white up close and hazy pink from far away.
They certainly don’t muffle the world a bit, soften the air, drape Spring over the District so gently we don’t notice until we’re all the way in.
I won’t be taken in by flowers on trees.
They’re obviously overrated.
P.S. Now pansies, pansies are a trustworthy kind of flower.