memory

Reflecting on how memory of certain flowers is interlaced with distinct moments in life, I acknowledge dogwood (Cornus florida):

Spring 2001, when we traveled with our younger son to Yosemite National Park – a time when abundant yellow-hued dogwood adorned the valley;

Spring 2002 and 2003, when a magnificent, wide-armed pink dogwood off Zayante Road in Felton became the favorite backdrop for seasonal family photos; and

Spring 2004, when, strolling along Robles Lane in Bonny Doon with my dear friend Laura (sadly lost to cancer), we came upon a single white dogwood tree, magically glowing in a shady grove of old redwood and spruce.
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