by Scott Smith
My beautiful, pink dogwood is no more. It had to go so that our well could be repaired. Last time we had our well worked on (only a couple of weeks ago) I contemplated trying to move it by hand (we don’t have money to have it professionally moved) but decided that I would probably kill it anyway and that I should just enjoy it in it’s ‘current’ location until the well had to be worked on again. The only problem with my decision was that I thought I’d have another season of blooms before that happened. C’est la vie.