Dogwood, never crossed my mine to turn it. I always looked at Dogwood trees as a thing of Spring beauty on the mountain behind our home. Last week a friend that lives on the top of a mountain called and told me her Dogwood trees had a blight and asked me would I come cut them down for her so she could plant new ones.
I knew the trees and had always admired them even though the hard winds blowing over the top of that mountain for years had beat them up pretty good.
I go up to take them down for her and a blight had really gotten to them recently. I had never really paid any attention to how big they could get nor how pretty the wood was until I cut them down.
I cut them into four foot lengths and I'll have to admit they were pretty hefty in weight. I had the back of my truck loaded to the max with them and was going to pull them off the gate and cut them into firewood lengths.
One of my turning buddies almost knocked me down with his truck pulling into my drive yelling at me..you cut that Dogwood into firewood I Knock you upside the head.
Needless to say I stop the chainsaw immediately.
He told me to cut a short piece off and I did so and split it. I thought that sure is a pretty wood but hard.
He said now let's load that in my truck or I still knock you upside the head.
He said he wanted to turn it and that amount would last him for a long long time.
I'm glad he showed up and I didn't bust it into firewood and I know that whatever he turns with it will be things of beauty.