For several years, when the highways were clogged with traffic, I passed this house driving home on the back roads.  Each spring I admired how the flowering dogwood complemented the house color.  Each spring I forgot to take a picture. 

I no longer drive down these roads.  I changed jobs 3 years ago.  So, it feels like a small achievement to have passed this place during a weekend when I had time to pull over and finally get the picture I’ve wanted for years.  Mm, closure.