The Road to Dumbiedykes 



stands. The apple is indeed a sturdy 

 tree, even in our icy northern clime, if 

 given chance; and so, out in front, you 

 still will find a few brave stragglers of 

 a fruitful race that refuse persistently 

 to abdicate their place; and with each 

 recurring springtime they spread their 

 fragrance far and wide, and shower 

 pink petals on the turf. 



A transformation absolute, in short, 

 has overtaken both homestead and 

 outlying fields, and to the whole a 

 name that is truly freighted deep with 

 history and romance has been assigned. 



