There are my dwarf fruit trees: two apples, a pear tree.
Last year, I added tiny peach tree to my collection.
There is a maple hidden in the darkest corner of the yard.
And there is my dogwood tree.
I see this dogwood every morning as it is directly outside the windows in both the kitchen pantry and the downstairs powder room. The very first winter I lived in this house I made a picture of the dogwood in the winter snow; it remains one of my favorites pictures.
The tree has grown much taller over the years. Because I see it every morning and I am the sort of woman to stop and admire her trees, the dogwood is my marker for the changing seasons. From the dogwood, I will get my first evidence of spring and then fall, two seasons that I always eagerly anticipate. Right now, on a cold January 1st, the dogwood is at rest for the winter. I admire its graceful limbs and it's steady presence in the yard and I look forward to its changes in the seasons ahead, which I will share on the first of the month for 2014.
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