So I’m off. Heading to Washington DC to take part in the National Walk for Epilepsy, supporting a cause that’s near and dear.
My daughters, my cousin and I went a couple of years ago at this same time of year, a first trip to our nation’s capital for most of us. We were enchanted not only by the outpouring of support that comes along with an event like this, but also by the amount of pale pink puffs exploding from every cherry tree branch, in a jubilant announcement that spring is upon us.
But here we are, Mother Nature stubbornly clinging to the winter of 2010/2011, and we’ll have seen snow 3 times this week.
I’ve looked at the extended forecast for DC, further south last time I checked, yet it’s not much better: no snow but 40 degrees and rain on Walk Day. The only thing worse than snow is cold rain.
But Team Bree will survive…slogging through the rain as we did 2 years ago, in unison with thousands others, unfazed by the dreary cold, steadfast in our unity, and peeking under branches, looking for pink puffs of hope that we know will come.