THE Dogwood Tree

I now live on a 50 acre slice of land in the Qzark hills of northwest Arkansas that was part of the farm my father bought in 1945 when he came home from WWII.

When we were growing up here, we has several things that were THE. There was The walnut tree out at the corner which is no more, The little pond that is no more, The Rock Quary which is still overrun with varmits, and THE dogwood tree which still looks just as it did when I was a child.