[Editor's Note: It didn't matter that the night before I had felt feverish and clammy. Or that we circled DC and Virginia in 394 different directions looking for the perfect parking space (triumphantly secured right in front of the Department of Agriculture after a minimum of 60 minutes in the car.) What mattered were pinkish/white snow showers of blossoms, low limbs beckoning us to climb and hang, "another waterfall..." at the FDR Memorial (as described by an exasperated youngster upon rounding yet another bend to stumble upon more sparkling, falling water), and the way tulips look at sunset. And luckily Laine and I captured it all digitally and decided to share it with you.]