One thing I love about living in the South is dogwood trees. I think they've replaced daffodils as the plant that fills my heart with joy. Daffodils bloom too early here, while there's still a high probability of winter. But dogwoods are a sign of April and spring and warmth.
Dogwoods are magical. The flowers seem to float in mid air, especially the white ones. No other blooming tree comes close to this effect. It's just gorgeous driving past woods with white ghosts of petals hovering in the shadows. Whenever the flowers are more densely packed, the effect is still ethereal, as if a graceful hand were reaching up and offering them to the sky.
Spring isn't my favorite season, but it is the most amazing to think about. They interdependence of plants and animals is mind boggling, but what's more it's beautiful. I know flowers bloom in certain ways to attract certain bugs, but why are they also appealing to us? If creation is so random, why is it also so beautiful and so perfectly harmonious, so balanced? Spring convinces me that creation wasn't an accident.
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I guess you'll have to swap dogwoods for cherry blossoms! Although, unfortunately, the cherry blossoms come with a gaggle of tourists and eighth graders on school trips.
Wait, wait ... no dogwood trees?!?! Okay, deal's off! :)
Cherry trees are also pretty. Very Anne of Green Gables, so I'll survive.
I'm sure there are a few dogwoods. You just may have to hunt them up!
But apparently the US sent dogwoods to Japan in return for the cherry trees.
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