Five years ago, when I was house-hunting, a dogwood tree was on the unofficial list of things I was looking for in a house and garden. I first came to admire dogwood trees twenty years ago when I lived in the South. The occasional dogwood tree could be seen when I lived in the Midwest but the wind and cold were generally prohibitive; dogwoods prefer a milder climate. In New Jersey, dogwoods do quite nicely. And at Sassafras House, I have one in the backyard. With a wagon underneath, it stands guard by the fence in a corner of the yard, keeping watch over the air conditioner, a bed of hostas, and the hydrangeas. I admire it from the pantry window each morning. This fall, it's as lovely as ever. And so I've decided to make a picture of it each Sunday morning to watch as the leaves change colors and then fall from the tree.
Autumn is so lovely.
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