This wonderful old dogwood tree lives in our backyard. It has brought us great joy throughout the years, and its beauty spans the gamut of the seasons.
A number of years ago, Cool Breeze and I were searching for the perfect piece of property. We would have preferred waterfront, but it was much too costly for a self-employed couple with a small child. Our search took us back to my home county, which is where we should have begun in the first place. The land was there. It was waiting patiently for us to arrive.
Once we purchased the property, it was time to begin clearing for our new home. The trees that we wanted to keep were to be marked, so they did not meet their demise at the hands of an eager bulldozer operator. Imagine our surprise when this little jewel was discovered! We knew that dogwoods were plentiful, DUH! it's Virginia, but we had no idea that one would have been able to reach this size after being smothered under the boughs of oaks and pines for so long.
Cats and children alike have climbed this tree. There have even been a number of squirrels and an ambitious o'possum who have graced the limbs. And then there are the birds. Birds of every size and color meet in this tree every spring to celebrate the warmer temperatures!
It's a shame that Keats never wrote an Ode to a Dogwood. Obviously, he was NOT from Virginia!! Perhaps I'll have to work on that poem myself...