This week, the dogwood flowers are nice and large.
Last summer's hurricane felled a tree in my neighbor's yard. That tree shaded a good deal of my driveway and was also much larger than the dogwood, so my tree was forced to grow in the shade. Once the neighbor's tree was gone, the dogwood got to enjoy a lot more sunshine.
And the tree has taken advantage of the improved growing climate. That's happy.
As I contemplate the damage of first 6 months of the Cheetoh Kleptocrat’s rule, I cannot fathom what the next 6 will bring us. I grow weary of the vigilant fear that is occasioned by this president. Time to exercise the 25th amendment, y’all. I like to read (I just finished Jane Austen’s Emma), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… baby bunnies, summer blooms, morning coffee, flip flops and toe rings, planning history lessons, Harriet Tubman, enchanted fairy gardens, farm stands, homegrown tomatoes, thinking about my bulletin board, crisp white shirts, leisurely summer days, mowing the lawn, pinning my hair in a bun, lush green hostas, shiny wood floors, adventures with T, and a sweaty workout.