Tale of Two Dogwoods

Two dogwoods, both survivors. One small and planted by the river in loving memory, one large, having lived for years shadowed by cedars, miles from the first. Both survived with barely a mark, when most every tree and home around will never be the same. Both dogwoods blooming, each now the only tree in each's yard. The survival of the first brought a shout of joy from the one who loving planted, along with many gracious thank you's to volunteers. The survival of the second brought words of wonder, a tree that rarely bloomed, now in full flower, standing alone in the full light.