Preface
The following is from a recollection of experiences with many customers. Although, I have helped rehab several plants, never have I done so, nor attempted to restore a native dogwood. This is beyond me.
Rightfully so, there is much love and loyalty given by owners of these wonderfully attractive and interesting trees.
Among other maladies, way too many dogwoods in this and other areas have been and are suffering from dogwood anthracnose, a rarely repairable/reversible disease. Most of the possible solutions are chemical and involved - rarely successful, at least, not economically.
Valued and cherished for their bark, their branch structure and definitely the foliage and blossoms, it is rare an owner of a dogwood will easily part with these gorgeous trees.
It didn't take long for me to succumb to native dogwoods' fate and more so, my customers' desires.
The mourning would be delayed and I was to keep this wonderful plant alive as long as acceptable by its loved one.
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Native Dogwood - Unconditional Love
Gifted, gorgeous, many say
Chosen, planted, admired
Awe for many a child
Flattery from many a neighbor
Branches of character
Bark to intrigue
Blessed with leaves not much less than
Blooms a camellia may envy
A life of glory for my host
An heirloom, generations served
Unconditional love
Now, in decline, retreat
Branches dead, others near death,
Producing petioles short-lived
Leaves which cannot wait 'til fall, to fall
It's all, all I can muster
As I have lost my luster
Diseased, my wounds pruned away
The host wants me to stay,
Stay forever, as I slowly waste away
Now in hospice,
Yet, life has been grand
All we have shared
They deny my demise and will keep me until
Only my trunk is the memory of what I once was
Unconditional love
Knowing I may be replaced by a relative,
Such as a kousa dogwood, not native to this soil
Or, perhaps a distant cousin,
A crepe myrtle or a japanese maple
They will serve well
Years of enjoyment to come
More than I was able
Yes, I was gifted, and gorgeous
And, very well loved
This has brought me to tears: I am losing my beloved dogwood, and it has sheltered many of my most cherished memories; the grief I feel is beyond description. . . .
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