Now that my old friend Greg Boytos has convinced me that my front yard tree is a dogwood, it has come out in full for my dear wife Karen and I to celebrate.
(I’m not saying that Greg is old, mind you, because he and I are roughly the same age. I am saying that our connection goes way back to our school years together, junior and senior and high back down on the Island, oh those decades ago. Anyway, he’s how a Facebook friend who saw my last what-kind-of-tree is this post and strong called the almost-ready-buds and surrounding buds those of a dogwood. Another comment reminded me that he’s a landscaper, so there we have it.)
Doesn’t it look sweet?
A bit of warmer weather has been good for it.