The dogwood tree has bloomed in our yard this week. Last week I posted I used to call my mom when the dogwood would bloom. My mom loved dogwood trees and seem to never be able to keep one alive long enough to enjoy it. A couple of times the children would take them down or they would die on their own. I wrote that I would not have anyone to call about the dogwood. I was told by my father that I should call him if I had anything I wanted to talk to my mom about. Also in that conversation my sister and I decided that our brother Rick loves to hear about the different changes in life we girls go though (not ) and that if we have any physical problems, we should call him and tell him. That is the problem of being the only boy in the family with four sisters.

I do not think the dogwood blooming will be a big deal next year like it is this year because it is so closed my mother’s death.

P.S.  The tree pictured is not ours.  Our digital camera has disappeared since we got home from PA.