Magnolia, mine

The blooms of this old tree have shown me springtime almost my entire life. Southern softness, lush petals that grace us briefly and fall in piles of browning glory. Purchased by my parents when I was two, we endure together. I started out taller, no the tree is taller than this house and the one I grew up in. The past winter was devastating to her beautiful limbs, but she is blooming again. This small branch was on the ground and now opens for us, inside.

For the Record,
This day came in cold and damp, lots of rain to come, not spring like at all.