The backstory: Something about my sister being in Las Vegas inspires especially amusing text message exchanges. Last weekend, she was there with her tall offspring for a mega basketball tournament and sent me a picture of a dogwood tree, likely because she knows how I like a dogwood. Naturally, she sent a thought as well.
KO: Dogwood in full bloom at the Peppermill. And yes, those are mirrors on the ceiling.
Me: Somehow that makes me feel dirty.
KO: I think that’s the idea.
Me: In which case, well done Vegas.
And now you know where to travel for all your tarted up dogwood needs. Internet, you're welcome.