I miss living in Virginia the most in springtime. At dusk, I could look out into the woods and see dogwood blossoms that seemed to float, untethered, among the trees. Some blossoms were delicate pink, and some were an ethereal, pure white.
Spring is springing here in Southern Illinois. There’s a single dogwood tree out my kitchen window, which I see as a kind of a blessing. But, fear not. This weekend, I discovered that our local Rural King can fulfill my urgent desire for blossom beauty for just a hundred bucks. Happy spring.