I must have noticed pink flowering dogwoods last Spring, but I definitely didn’t fully recognize their beauty or the sheer number that are planted around Portland. This year, I’ve corrected my oversight: for the past three weeks, I’ve pointed out every flowering dogwood I see to Justin. “Look! It’s beautiful!” “Oh wow, look at that one!”.
Admittedly, I often point out the same trees that we drive by every day, but they’ve remained perfect for weeks, and as such, I’ve become completely captivated by them. Their petals are uniformly shaped—delicate with an underlying strength—and the impressiveness of their vibrant color is only surpassed by their longevity. Unlike my other flowering tree crush (magnolias), these dogwood blossoms have been out for three weeks and only now are starting to give way to green leaves.