Marsha

Ghost trees

Whenever I go for a walk in the woods in the spring after (or during) a rain, I’m always struck by the contrast between the water-dark wood of tree bark and the tiny new fresh-green leaves. The contrast is especially strong with dogwoods, whose just-opened new flowers are a pale green. It’s easier to get a sense of this ethereal quality when in an actual forest and not in the suburbs, surrounded by neighbors’ homes. But the half a dozen dogwoods on our property (a happy legacy of previous owners) are enough to take me a real forest in my own Proustian moment.

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