My nature is: I must know, all there is to know, about everything I know. Dad always called the little tree he built net hoops from, mongrel dogwood.
Dogwood has beautiful flowers ... the little tree Dad called mongrel dogwood bears clusters of small blooms. I was astounded by what I found. The fact is, a lot of the dogwood that grows along Red River is Cornus priceae or Price dogwood. Price is my last name ... goose bumps popped out and I couldn't shake them down. I will never forget my first day in Red River bottom, gathering dogwood. I was meticulous in choosing perfect dogwood branches, bundling them and carrying them out of the swamp to my truck. I felt Dad's presence; it had been twelve years since his passing, but he was there. "Dad, just wait 'till you see what I'm gonna do with your dogwood net hoops."
