It was supposed to be white. The first spring after it was in the ground a handful of buds fattened and burst and I looked in disappointment at pink.
Not that I don't like pink, but I wanted white. I adore white dogwoods.
But this morning the sun lit them just right and I recognized the beauty. Each year there are a few more blooms to enjoy. Deep, pink blooms...a shade of pink I have not seen on any other dogwood tree in town.
It has grown on me. And there is another spot, just outside my laundry room window, where a white dogwood might be just right.