• Kathryn Solee


“After all, I don’t see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.”

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Enough already. As much as I have enjoyed the quiet time, four weeks into staying at home – the exception two trips to the grocery store and one for hardware – cabin fever has set in. Or, perhaps, I’m grieving for adventure. And spring is here.

The reason does not matter as the dogs I head out on a road trip. We’re headed to Brevard, North Carolina, then north on US 276 toward the parkway. This two-lane highway winding its way along the Davidson River with the trees forming a canopy over the road is always beautiful and inspiring.

Today does not disappoint. Within half a mile of town, I realize our timing is perfect for the dogwood are blooming. Dogwoods are the state flower of North Carolina and an understory tree, therefore, shorter than the surrounding hardwoods. To see trees with pops of white like misty clouds against the new spring growth of the hardwood trees is undoubtedly the miracle Anne Morrow Lindbergh saw.

The Pisgah Ranger Station was closed, but the driveway open and there’s a short loop trail off the parking lot. Decision made. We’re taking a little hike.

Spring wildflowers were also abundant.

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