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One of the dogwood's outside our condo is in full bloom.
I was out playing frisby with my 10 yr. old and snapped a couple of pictures.
Getting some family time in while I can. She now wants to go along when I shoot my Ruger MKIII. Guess I'm going to have to blow up some ballons and let her have at it.
Republic. I like the sound of the word. It means people can live free, go or come, buy or sell, be drunk or sober, however they choose. Some words give you a feeling. Republic is one of those words that makes me tight in the throat . . . . Some words can give you a feeling that makes your heart warm. Republic is one of those words.
Legend has it that 2000 years ago, a tall, strong species of tree grew in the Middle East. Its thick, straight trunk was sought after by the Romans - the rulers of Jerusalem - for building crosses for executions. One day an officer of the Roman Court came to the forest and ordered the woodsmen to construct an extra large cross from the best of their trees. "Make it strong and heavy," he said. "The King of the Jews is to be put to death." It was soon delivered.
Shortly after the crucifixion of Jesus, the chief woodsman was alarmed to see that all those great trees had begun to whither and die. In several more years, an amazing transformation had taken place. The great oak-like dogwood trees were gone and in their place were thousands of flowering bushes with short, twisted trunks. You see, the once proud forest giant was mortally anguished. The crucified Jesus in healing pity said, "Never again will you grow large enough to be used for a cross."
Jesus continued, saying, "Henceforth, your trunk will be thin and twisted, with white blossoms having four petals in the shape of a cross. The outer edge of each petal will show nail prints stained with red, and the center will be like a crown of thorns as a reminder to all."
So Ends the Legend.
But as we know, at Eastertide, Dogwood blossoms burst forth in glorious beauty.
P.S. One thing that is not included in the Legend is that in the Fall, the dogwood produces clusters of blood-red berries, each shaped like a drop of blood!
You know how little girls are, like their mothers they can never make up their minds.
Republic. I like the sound of the word. It means people can live free, go or come, buy or sell, be drunk or sober, however they choose. Some words give you a feeling. Republic is one of those words that makes me tight in the throat . . . . Some words can give you a feeling that makes your heart warm. Republic is one of those words.