The Gift of Summer’s End

It was a week ago Monday, when I sauntered down the driveway to check on the mail’s arrival, that I spotted the dogwood tree near the road getting ready for winter. Every year, it seems, the color of the leaves and the quantity and quality of the berries vary considerably – especially the berries.

The sun was beaming in intensely from the southwest, lighting up the entire dogwood. But a person has to be close and has to stop for several moments to really appreciate that nature is in the midst of assuring life’s renewal process. All it will take is for a few birds to drop by for lunch, feast on some red berries, fly off, and let their digestive system assist in depositing seeds somewhere else in Bridgewater.

Hey, who knows? Maybe a few years from now, one of this blog’s readers may have a new dogwood tree pushing up from the earth, taking root in a corner of your backyard for your kids or grandkids to enjoy.