A Tiny Trip

Every April, and for the months running up to it, my hubby is very busy. Sometimes twelve hours a day. Taking a break only on Sundays.

The month before our event is when I get busy.

The event happens on the last Saturday in April, and then, we are bushed.

This year, we decided that when the hub-bub was over, we were going to “run away from home”.

Just a tiny trip. Just a day or two. Just us.

Only two people knew where we went, so we left an air of mystery.

Our decision was to drive four and a half hours south to the town of Hermann, Missouri.
It is a beautiful little German town nestled in the hills next to the Missouri River.
For over forty years we have driven THROUGH Hermann, always on our way to or from “Down home” in southern Missouri.

We always said we’d stop. But we always had some where to be. Someone waiting on us.

Hermann’s claim to fame is in it’s wineries.

Since we aren’t drinkers, we took advantage of the many antique shops, and had delightful conversations with the occupants therein.

We enjoyed the charming architecture, and the little pocket gardens hidden absolutely everywhere in the town.

What we really went to see was the glorious display of the Dogwood trees.

It was just the right time of season, and they did not disappoint.

We could see these beauties splashed all through the timber on our drive.

Imagine our surprise when we found this lovely one on a hillside next to the city cemetery.

The closer we got, the more beautiful.

Do you know the story of the Dogwood?

Please allow me to share it with you.

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