We have a dogwood tree in our backyard. It's not one of those full and lovely ones - it's too tall and spindly.
It looks like it may be dying. Nearly as tall as the house, there are no blooms on the top third of it.
But underneath the dogwood tree is pretty nice.
From the ground, you can't see the ailing top branches.
And the bark is pretty, as are the flowers against the clouds in the blue sky.
We're having just about perfect weather here lately, aside from a few thunderstorms and tornado watches. It stormed last night and today looks gray so far.
But I think V and I will go outside and enjoy the day anyway. She never minds the gray, and neither do I.