The splendor of a dogwood tree
Monday morning cup of thoughts
A tiny tree in a five-gallon bucket, ten years ago, we planted our first dogwood. The tree stands twenty feet tall today. Each spring, I eagerly await the delicate blossoms. They start small, but with time, they grow into a breathtaking display, covering the entire tree in 10-inch flowers.
Like nature, we are afforded new seasons to bloom repeatedly. It’s our job to try our best to create our own unique masterpiece.
A reminder, this week is a quiet Friday. When I post the following Friday I will be with my daughter on the east coast preparing for her baby shower. I’m sure I’ll have much to share.
Beautiful.
Lovely, Sue.