It's that time
Our pink dogwoods -- Cherokee Chief is the variety, the best of the reds -- are taking my breath away this year.
They've had a tough time. The horrid drought across the whole Southeast last year put incredible stress on trees and bushes, and dogwoods were among the hardest hit. The tops of many of our trees are dead or dying.
But the problem starts at the top and works down, so I'm enjoying the view at eye level while I can.
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Looking at your list of posts for this month in the Archive list over to the right, the sequence of titles for April make a good poem. Almost a super-Haiku....
It's that time
Just don't tell me
One ticked-off cardinal
Looking up
Knuckles
Mine eyes look up
A patch of blue
Claiming my island
Patience, patience
Pre-green
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