I often think of WashDC when I see cherry (are these cherry?) blossoms. Bouquets in WashDC today, but at noon: minus forty-five.

I did not think this line up, yet I admit I’ve been giggling about it since I came across it last evening. Truth.

This entry was posted in anthropology, floral, personal on Wednesday, 20 January 2021 at 8:33 pm.
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