The blooming of the dogwood trees is the harbinger of spring. Whereas the calendar can lie and give us late snows or early frosts, the dogwoods don’t bloom until they’re good and ready to be sprung.
The flowering of the dogwoods has always signaled the time to plant crops — or, in my family, the time to buy more grass seed. Dogwood trees are a Walsh family tradition, planted in an attempt to distract the eye from the crabgrass and dandelions that make up the bulk of our lawns. “Look at my pretty flowers,” the trees seem to whisper, “and ignore the knee-high clumps of onion grass that surround me.”