Dogwoods, Overseas Trips, and a Zebra
After all, I don’t see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood. --Anne Morrow The dogwood trees are in bloom right now. I forget about these flowers a lot of the time. The showy magnificence of the cherry blossoms and magnolias are fabulous and awe-inspiring, but there's something about the simple, clean beauty of dogwood blossoms that always draws me closer. My last post was a bit of a cliff-hanger, and I'm sorry to leave things like that. I feel as though I'm just starting to peek through the curtains after closing myself off and trying to come back to the world. My mother-in-law passed away in February in Belfast, and my own family members were/are having their own health issues, so my mind has been busy with worry and planning and fixing and more worry. We flew over to Belfast and stayed with relatives as we dealt with funerals and the like. It wasn't a holiday by any means, and I think
