Dogwood at Easter.
Trees are a wonder we enjoy the maples and oaks that our grandparents planted and conversely someday our grandchildren will play under the branches of the trees we plant today. They are the one thing you can plant in a garden that will most likely out live you and give testament to your legacy as a gardner.
Flowering trees are a special pleasure. The house I grew up in was blessed with several, dogwoods, flowering crabs, orange blossoms and my favorite of all lilacs. Rochester’s brutal winters seemed to disappear from memory with the first pink blossoms of the crabapples and dogwood. As the Rose of Sharon one of our last flowering trees of the summer season is in bloom I thought it time to look back on the beauty that our trees give to the world for all too brief a time each spring and summer.
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