Spring is the Season of Hope



Despite all the death, sickness and panic, Mother Nature marches on, unperturbed.

In his modern epic, The Wasteland, T.S. Eliot famously described Spring, thus:

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

At times like these, locked in our homes and afraid, we might feel like we are being taunted Nature’s public displays of Beauty, and regeneration—especially, when we are in the midst of suffering and sense we are in a state of stagnation or, worse, decay.

But, instead, we might try to take solace in Spring by recognizing that we, too, are part of Nature’s cycles and, in time, will be reborn, as well.

Spring is a season of wonder, worldwide, but in Washington DC it’s surreal, almost hallucinatory with their famous cherry blossoms 🌸... like so much pink snow, everywhere.

Here are some pictures of breath-restoring scenes that I took which I hope will soothe you during these challenging times.


Peace, Yahia


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