On Sunday, before we headed back to New Hampshire from Connecticut we decided to stop at the Greenfield Hill Dogwood festival. I grew up in this area and have fond memories of the festival, the crafts, and those incredible Dogwoods.
Marc and I walked around taking photos of the dogwood flowers – of which there are white flowered trees
And pink.
Although I did find a dark red one which was new to me.
In the open square across from the church is a magnificent tree that I remember from my youth. I explored for hours under that old grand-daddy and although never successful, attempted to climb it at every chance I had.
Seized by inspiration I turned to my daughter. “Addy, Addy, go over to that tree and pose for your senior portrait.” Addy already has her senior portrait and is graduating in a few weeks, but she knew what I was going for (she is, after all, her mother’s daughter.) She knew that I was making fun of all those photos where the kids are artfully posed against “nature.”
“Okay,” I instructed her playing the role of photographer artiste. “Pretend that you are deep in thought.” She gave me this.
“Okay now, pretend you are a Goddess.” Addy hesitated for just a second, and then threw me this exasperated look.
“What?? Pretend??!!! Mom, I already *am* a Goddess!!”
Yes you are sweetheart, yes you are.
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