Monday, March 30, 2009
It was bitter cold Sunday morning, but it didn't stop me from taking a brisk walk through the dogwoods. My neighborhood is filled with the dance of their bright yellow and white flickering blooms.
They always remind me of the home I grew up in. We had 7 lining our backyard that I used to weave through, counting tree by tree until I dizzied myself... they were the perfect canopy to hide under and watch the light filter through. I hope one day to plant a few in my yard.
ps. these will be up in the shop shortly.