Late evening at the neighbors in Transylvania County under the canopy of one of the many dogwood trees, which, unlike everywhere else, are still in bud not yet flowering.
I’m guessing they will flower out on Good Friday with their typical “drop of blood” on each of the four ends of its cross. I’m guessing you know the story of the dogwood tree, and the typical poem that goes along with it:
In Jesus’ time, the dogwood grew
To a stately size and a lovely hue.
‘Twas strong and firm, its branches interwoven.
For the cross of Christ its timbers were chosen.
Seeing the distress at this use of their wood
Christ made a promise which still holds good:
“Never again shall the dogwood grow
Large enough to be used so.
Slender and twisted, it shall be
With blossoms like the cross for all to see.
As blood stains the petals marked in brown,
The blossom’s center wears a thorny crown.
All who see it will remember Me
Crucified on a cross from the dogwood tree.
Cherished and protected, this tree shall be
A reminder to all of My agony.
Why is this a flower for the Immaculate Conception? Because, I mean, you know, the buds of the dogwood in the top picture resemble rosary beads, no?