This Cherokee Dogwood tree never gets any bigger. It’s stayed the same size for 18 years and I honestly don’t know what its problem is. How can it do that? Stay the same size? Shouldn’t it be enormous by now like everything else in the state of Oregon? It does put out these beautiful blooms, I’ll give it that. I snapped these a day or two before they all started to go away.
It’s just so darn lush out here right now with things growing right before your very eyes. No time lapse photography needed. Just sit and watch it for a while and you'll be rewarded.
Whenever it has stopped raining I’ve been spending some time outside in the yard with Baby Spot while she explores and barks at things. Birds, leaves, neighborhood dogs, bark, bark, bark. So much Dalmatian joy in the barking. We finally seem to be emerging out of the endless winter that the Pacific Northwest has been dealing with, so I pulled out the patio umbrella and seat cushions, swept the deck, planted the annuals and herbs (finally!), and swept the deck again. Bark, bark, bark.
I was toying with the idea of pulling some firewood out this weekend and making a little fire in the patio fire pit in the backyard. It was one of those impulses that just feels right, but then I never did act on it. My activity has mimicked the weather with its bouncing back and forth. Completing some missions, never even getting close to others. Rain, sun, flowers, pollen, rain, rain, rain, sun… and finally, flowers.
Bark, bark, bark.