Oh…dogwoods. How I love them.
It doesn’t matter how much I love them…these flowering trees are a pain in the butt.
They are beautiful but they are strangely reminiscent of those people that are constantly sick…what are they called…? Oh, yeah! CRAZY!
Seriously. I didn’t know that flowers, made to grow and flourish in nature, could be so whimpy.
Come on! Buck up! Get a little hardy for goodness sake!
We have a lovely dogwood in our back yard but it’s so sparse and little. It’s like Mr. Puny Tree. It’s like, “Oh a child hung on my branch and I died” tree. It’s like, “That’s ok. I’ll just have the salad.” tree.
I love the blooms. I love the shape of the leaves. I love the smell that comes leaping at you every time you pass one.
But holy hooha! These things never get passed the seedling stage and if they do they usually die.
Now granted, I have seen dogwoods flourishing – IN ARBORETUMS! Nowhere else.
Look. I love these plants. If you want to go out and buy one for mother’s day, I won’t judge you. But be prepared for the pain of falling in love and having your heart broken. Cause that what it feels like.
Yeah…We have a healthy dogwood in our backyard now but as soon as that thing starts really growing, I’m just sure it will die.
SURE OF IT!
Anyway, nice to prune and take the cuttings inside for a little splash of color.
Funny, Andrew thought I had cut the tree down when I brought these branches in. …That’s how whimpy these things are. HE THOUGHT I HAD CHOPPED THE TREE DOWN!
In other parts of my world:
Here’s a picture of Clare to tie you over.