After all, I don't see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.Anne Morrow Lindbergh
The blossoms flicker in the twilight like fairy lanterns. They seem to float without anchor, magical and ethereal. So delicate that a touch on a perfect white petal will turn it brown, so for a moment the forest gives us this pristine wonder.
Until next time,