The backyard dogwood tree is among the first things I see each morning. Its weekly changes keep me in touch with the seasons. It’s surprising that something I see every day can seem to have suddenly changed, as is the case with this first blush of fall color on the leaves.
August ends tomorrow and September is on its way. Some mornings I can feel autumn in the air. The dogwood feels the same way. While I regret the end of summer, the natural world reminds me that time must pass; the next season brings new things to admire and enjoy. Relax, the dogwood is telling me. Mother Nature is in charge.