Today I look at the flowering trees and think of you.
When we enjoyed them last spring we had no reason to think it would be our last dogwood season together.
Now you lie in the cold ground with woods of redbud all around, but cannot see, or smell, or move to raise your eyes skyward.
But, then I see an unexpected crane, a cardinal or a deer and I wonder if that is so.
Sue Baugh Mattingly – April 15, 2015
During this time of year, the woodlands change almost by the day. As more trees give birth to leaves the view changes. Some things so obvious during the winter months are now obscure. Spring brings the same beauty each year yet it is forever new. Today there were wildflowers not seen just a couple of days ago. These are phlox and I believe mustard.
The redbud trees dotted the hillsides and gave a party look to the usually monochromic woods.
Daffodils I noticed today made me think of a family who had probably lived on this site many years ago. It is not unusual to spot blooming bulbs decades after their owners are gone.
Crooked Creek by Sue Mattingly 