Also, during the same time of year the dogwoods are in bloom. Dogwood is a favorite in Virginia as it is both our state flower as well as our state tree (props to Jill for educating me on this).
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Azaela Festival at The National Arboretum
So I have decided to diversify my blog a bit and include other topics besides just random stories. This is the beginning of such posts. So one topic that I am going to do from time to time is different locations that I recommend. Usually these will be in the greater DC area, so those of you that don't live here will be able to see some of the sites without having to pay the enormous cost of an airline ticket. For those readers that do live in the DC area, I hope I will introduce you to at least a few places that you may have not been before.Thus we begin with the National Arboretum. The National Aboretum was established in 1927 by an act of Congress. The Arboretum sprawls over 446 acres and includes 9.5 miles of winding roadways. For more information about the arboretum, please visit http://www.usna.usda.gov/. Washington is well known worldwide for its annual Cherry Blossom festival, however, a bit less well known, but just as beautiful is the Azaela Festival at the Arboretum. Below I have included a few pictures of this year's blooms.
Also, during the same time of year the dogwoods are in bloom. Dogwood is a favorite in Virginia as it is both our state flower as well as our state tree (props to Jill for educating me on this).
Also, during the same time of year the dogwoods are in bloom. Dogwood is a favorite in Virginia as it is both our state flower as well as our state tree (props to Jill for educating me on this).
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Registering for school
Wow, here it was, I was finally 5 year old and I was going to be getting ready to register for kindergarten! A very exciting time for any five year old. My family lived about half of a mile from the elementary school, and thus it was only a short walk.
There is an asphalt path that connects my neighborhood to the neighborhood that the school is in. At the time, it was almost just as fast to walk the path as it was to drive in that the path was a direct route whereas driving you had to go around. Since that time, a road has been built alongside the path where horse fields used to be. However, this was long before construction in the horse fields was ever even thought of. I guess we were pretty practical as far as what we called things then, because the name of this path was, naturally, "the path." Everyone in the neighborhood called it that, where is so and so? oh he is on the path.
About half way down the path from the neighborhood there was an irrigation ditch that you had to cross over on a wooden bridge. Now this was no regular irregation ditch, though. In our mind , it was one of the central ditches in the area, and quite a large one at that. Thus, it's name was "The Big Ditch."
So there I was walking down the path with my mom and we suddenly got to the bridge over the big ditch. At this point I had a great idea! I was going to skip some rocks in one of the side ditches that came off of The Big Ditch. It was a new trick that I hadn't quite mastered yet, but I wanted to try. Well, you probably don't need me to explain this, but skipping rocks in a ditch....well it isn't something that works too well, especially if you are only 5. However....I was 5, and thus the logic of why it wouldn't work didn't really dawn on me.
After a couple of failed attempts, I decided I wasn't trying hard enough, and I really needed to go at it full strength, especially since my mom was ready to keep moving and I was holding up the purpose of the trip. It was decided that this would be the last rock I could throw. I threw that rock as hard as I possible could. So hard, in fact, that I actually followed that rock right into the ditch I had thrown it in. It was quite a shock to land in cold water, and suddenly realize that I was completely soaked through. While it made the delay even worse, I'm sure my mom found some humor in the whole situation as we hurried back home. I changed my clothes and sat at home wrapped in a blanket as my mom took the path back to the school and registered me for school without me even getting to be a part of it.
There is an asphalt path that connects my neighborhood to the neighborhood that the school is in. At the time, it was almost just as fast to walk the path as it was to drive in that the path was a direct route whereas driving you had to go around. Since that time, a road has been built alongside the path where horse fields used to be. However, this was long before construction in the horse fields was ever even thought of. I guess we were pretty practical as far as what we called things then, because the name of this path was, naturally, "the path." Everyone in the neighborhood called it that, where is so and so? oh he is on the path.
About half way down the path from the neighborhood there was an irrigation ditch that you had to cross over on a wooden bridge. Now this was no regular irregation ditch, though. In our mind , it was one of the central ditches in the area, and quite a large one at that. Thus, it's name was "The Big Ditch."
So there I was walking down the path with my mom and we suddenly got to the bridge over the big ditch. At this point I had a great idea! I was going to skip some rocks in one of the side ditches that came off of The Big Ditch. It was a new trick that I hadn't quite mastered yet, but I wanted to try. Well, you probably don't need me to explain this, but skipping rocks in a ditch....well it isn't something that works too well, especially if you are only 5. However....I was 5, and thus the logic of why it wouldn't work didn't really dawn on me.
After a couple of failed attempts, I decided I wasn't trying hard enough, and I really needed to go at it full strength, especially since my mom was ready to keep moving and I was holding up the purpose of the trip. It was decided that this would be the last rock I could throw. I threw that rock as hard as I possible could. So hard, in fact, that I actually followed that rock right into the ditch I had thrown it in. It was quite a shock to land in cold water, and suddenly realize that I was completely soaked through. While it made the delay even worse, I'm sure my mom found some humor in the whole situation as we hurried back home. I changed my clothes and sat at home wrapped in a blanket as my mom took the path back to the school and registered me for school without me even getting to be a part of it.
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