This is the sweet pink dogwood in my front yard. We planted it years ago. My husband wrote it off for dead a number of times, but it even survived the 2009 ice storm that cleared the rest of the trees from our lot.
I needed a sign of hope today, and I usually go to the woods for inspiration. I know my favorite riding trail is glorious, but I'm allergic to all the trees that are blooming right now. There's no point in getting my sinuses angry and then fretting that I've contracted the corona virus!
Can you walk near your home? Or even call up a favorite memory of the earth waking up from winter. Spring reminds me of the familiar Irish blessing:
May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face. The rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Your dogwood is beautiful! I walk five mornings a week on our property and it always (well, almost always) brings me joy.
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