There are eight differences between these two pictures. See if you can find all of them.
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Find the differences!
May 24, 2021
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Happy birthday, Ola
May 5, 2021Norwegian-born composer and pianist Ola Gjeilo plays a song for spring.
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Friday happy dance — Arbor Day edition
April 30, 2021
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Monday chuckles
April 12, 2021
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Find the egg!
April 1, 2021An egg is hidden among the tulips. See if you can find it.
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Today’s cultural moment
March 26, 2021It’s the birthday of English poet Alfred Edward Housman (1859-1936) and American poet Robert Frost (1874-1963). In addition to sharing a birthday, they also share the distinction of having written some exceptionally lovely poems about springtime, and heaven knows we could use a little spring right about now.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
— A. E. Houseman
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
— Robert Frost
Today is also the anniversary of the arrival in Washington, DC of three thousand Japanese cherry trees — a gift from the mayor of Tokyo, Yukio Ozaki — in 1912. First Lady Helen Taft and Viscountess Chinda, wife of the Japanese ambassador, planted the first two of the trees on the north bank of the Tidal Basin on March 27, 1912. The rest of the trees were eventually planted around the Tidal Basin and in other parts of the city. The first Cherry Blossom Festival was held in 1935, and it became an annual event that draws hundreds of thousands of visitors from around the world.
Many of Tokyo’s cherry trees were destroyed in allied bombing raids during World War II. After the war ended, cuttings were taken from the Japanese cherry trees in Washington and sent to Tokyo to replace the trees that had been lost.
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It’s been a long cold lonely winter
March 23, 2021
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Happy vernal equinox
March 20, 2021
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Spring is almost here!
March 19, 2021Just this morning I saw buds on the trees.
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Find the chick!
April 2, 2020A chick is hiding somewhere among the rabbits. See if you can find it.
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