Six months ago I asked
Offspring #2 if she would mind trimming a few branches off her red twigged
dogwood and bring them to me. I stuck
them in a planter for some wintery decoration; some color when the world turns all shades of grey.
Now is the time to pull them out and I was wondering if I should throw
them in the woods or on the burn pile when I look close at them for the first
time in a long time. Whoa, baby, the red twigged dogwood branches have sprouted
leaves! I did not think that would happen.
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