Mar 25, 2023Liked by REX SMITH

Having grown up in the DMV (DC, MD, VA - a term coined long after I moved to the Capital Region of NY) walking among the Cherry Blossoms was an annual ritual (when winter’s late frost didn’t take them out before they could bloom). There was something that felt spiritual about being in their presence, awash in their beauty and the awe they inspired. It was grace and light and hopefulness and I’ve missed that special rite of spring all these many years I’ve been a “New Yorker”. It is the time of year I miss my hometown the most.

Thank you for the reminder of not only appreciating what we have, as fleeting as it may be, but also finding some way to take action to ensure the future holds what we want it to hold for our children and grandchildren. I said this week to my dear friend that time alone does not heal everything. It is time and effort that will bring about the difference we long for.

You said it so much better than I could. I’m sharing your essay with him and many others too.

Thank you!

And PS - I’m heading to DC on Monday and will hopefully walk among the Cherry Blossoms for the first time in 30+ years. I can’t wait!

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Give us an update on the cherry blossoms, Joan. I lived in DC in the late 1970s, and it is glorious to return these days, at a different time in my life, to experience that magical feeling again. I wish the same for you.

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Good thoughts, Rex. Yes, they too will pass. The damage they wreak, perhaps not so quickly.

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