Pink dogwood blossoms compared to the more common white.

My Mom introduced me to the legend of the dogwood tree when I was a child. It was one of the most poignant poems I’d ever read. It has stayed with me for lo these many years. The text of this great story is captured below:

The Legend of the Dogwood

In Jesus’ time, the dogwood grew
To a stately size and a lovely hue.
‘Twas strong & 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 & 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.”

- Unknown

As I began writing I Know Why the Dogwoods Blush, I was of course trying to create a title that would infer mystery … suspense … a secret that readers would enjoy seeing unravel as they read. I needed something to link characters like the mysterious Jeremiah, the gentle Roman and the dedicated Dick. Readers are introduced to the legend of the dogwood tree in Chapter 2 during a conversation between a child and his father. In the course of this conversation, the child asks why some dogwood blossoms are pink. The father explains that the pink blossoms blush in shame over their complicity in the crucifixion of Christ. I have read this version at some point in my life but cannot find it now … perhaps that story only exists in my mind? In any event, this explanation comes to the fore several times as the story unfolds … a soldier’s heartfelt confession, the frantic plea of a fearful wife, the horrific vision of a concerned pastor … but is that the REAL reason some dogwoods ‘blush’? Ah, that’s part of the mystery readers will discover and solve as they navigate the pages of Dogwoods Blush. I hope you enjoy reading it even a fraction as much as I enjoyed writing it. May the dogwoods always blush for you … to light your path … and show you the way!