Tuesday, April 19, 2011
dogwood lace
In the last week, the dogwood has come to full bloom, scattered across the forested hillsides. About six years ago, the pine bark beetle decimated the stands of pine in Letcher County; but in the forest openings they left, the dogwood, an understory tree, has found new expression.
Driving to work this morning, it occurred to me that our Kentucky spring-time hills are like a wide-hipped, earthy "granola" woman, with a long, flowing brown and green calico dress decorated with bits of slightly tattered, antique cream lace.
Labels:
Appalachia,
life,
nature,
observing,
spring
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2 comments:
Yes, that is just how nature works, thank (mother) God.
You have to admit they are beautiful.
Maggie X
Nuts in May
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