Driving through time

White and pink dogwoods in appalachia

Usually I compose the headline after I write the text, since I’m not particularly adept at headline creation. Today, the title came first.

I like this idea of passing through time—albeit as time passes—but time on a different scale than real-time.

Motoring south today on US27 from mid-Kentucky to southern Tennessee, we did drive through early spring—from irises through redbuds and, as here, dogwoods. I loved the gorgeous woods, with tinges of green highlighted by splashes of white in those characteristic horizontal layers the dogwoods offer.

And, now, we are ensconced in full-blown late spring, with the leaves on many trees one-third to half out, and the colors, ah, the colors, just glowing greens….

Quick garden report: a few basil leaves are poking above the soil. Watering needed….

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