I think it's pretty unarguable that springtime is the best time in Washington. It's how I imagine summer in Maine to be, at least according to the LL Bean catalog: cool enough at times to wear a sweater, but warm enough at times to wear capris. Granted, spring seems to last about a week, but oh what a week it is. And, for about a week, we have the best thing in the entire city to enjoy: the cherry blossoms. Here's my first viewing from Saturday--a muddy, dreary day. I hope to go a few more times when they're at fuller bloom.