After all, I don't see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.
~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh
There are a lot of things I like about spring but right up there at the top of my list are the dogwood blooms. When I found this quote by Anne Morrow Lindbergh, I thought, yup! That pretty much sums it up.
My heart seems to beat a little faster when my dogwood blooms begin to open. I've been watching them now for a week, waiting for sunshine after our ample rains because I knew they would explode. While they are not yet at the explosion stage, they're getting there so when I got a brief bit of light the other day, I treated my camera to a walk around the yard. After all, she likes the dogwood blooms, too.
We have six dogwood trees in our yard, five pink, in varying shades, and one white. The white one always seems to bloom more quickly. We planted all of them within the first few years that we moved here thirty years ago so they're all well established.
The pink are different varieties and bloom at different rates, some are deeper pink than others, one is quite pale. They're all beautiful and my heart just bursts each year when they bloom. One year we had an early spring and then a late freeze ... well, I don't have to tell you the tragedy that ensued. My heart was broken at the sight of my frozen, ruined dogwood blooms.
Thankfully, the trees were not harmed and they have bloomed beautifully each year since. And each year I take dozens of photos. You know, just in case there's an early spring and a late freeze the following year.
After all, a girl can't have too many photos of dogwood flowers, can she?
Loving dogwood flowers,