Several years ago my brother gave me a pink dogwood. These denizens of the south do not usually flourish in the chill of central Maine, but I planted it in a spot protected from the fierce North wind.
Every year the tree has grown. It started as a five-foot sapling and is now about fifteen feet tall. Year three the little tree produced a few flowers. Last spring the dogwood had no blooms. I feared that winter was too rough and the tree would not survive.
This mid-May I noticed buds forming. Now, the tree has dozens of lovely pink flowers. I hope one day it will be full of blooms, a pink bouquet. Yet, I am happy with the demure show it has produced this year. A wonderful surprise!