Take your time.
This spring, our beloved front-yard dogwood tree decided to come out in bits and pieces.
Some years it has bloomed all at once.
It has its own mind, obviously.
Dogwood, dearly
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Mark Bialczak 
Nature at its own pace! Peace! A happy Mother’s Day to your lovely wife, dear friend!
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Thank you and Happy Mother’s Day to you, friend Karla!
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You’re welcome!! Thank you, dear friend, Mark!
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I wonder what it is thinking?
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It is more important to look good than feel good, Nance?
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interesting how it’s chosen to do that this year, just teasing it’s way in
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Mind of its own, Beth.
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It can be fascinating, watching Nature perform its miracles…
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Our little yard holds our attention for sure, JM/AD.
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so does ours, Mark… 🌼🌻🌸🏵
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