I live in Michigan. And while mid-August, in some ways, feels much the same here as in Arkansas, the foliage can be quite different. I'm not sure what species this tree is, but the delicate, bright green leaves just caught my eye. I doubt this tree would have been in full leaf in March of 1862, as much as I doubt the soldiers there would have had the time to admire it even if it had been. But I'm always touched deeply when I can find beauty in a place that once held such grief and destruction.
