When I lived in the South, dogwood blooms usually opened by Easter; often in advance of Easter Sunday, and Southerners saw the blooms with the x-shaped color in the center as a symbol of Christ and his rebirth. In my experience, Southerners often see poetry in the otherwise small details of everyday life and I always found that characteristic charming. It was in the South that I first learned to appreciate the beauty of seasons and dogwood blooms always jog those memories. Easter is next week and while there are a handful of dogwood trees in bloom on my daily travels, most aren’t quite there yet. My dogwood is working toward flowering, but from a distance it retains the stark appearance of Winter.
Up close, the promise of flowers is present in the tight buds.
The week ahead has a forecast for sunshine and warmth; an explosion of blooms and blossoms are on the way. For the next few weeks, I’ll make a picture of the dogwood each Sunday, and I’ll use the photos to track Spring’s progress. That’s happy and lovely!