The Dogwood Tree



Through the dark green curtains
The snowbright dogwood floats
As a cloud of butterflies
Above the damp sunlit slope.
Heather Z. Hanna

I love when the dogwoods bloom.
It reminds me of my childhood.  Our whole backyard would light up for a few weeks, once a year, with dogwoods.  Mom would fill vases with them.

So Landon and I went on a walk through the woods right in front of our house.

This is Landon's most favorite place to be.

And we walked and ate our apples.  That would be what is in his mouth. 

And I cut these and made this. 
It made me think of Mom.
And I smiled every time I passed them.