I have a star magnolia in the border in front of my house, and it is just stunning each spring when it blooms. Although it's hard for me to choose, it might actually be my favorite of all the early spring blooms in my garden.
The flowers are lovely. Delicate and graceful. Creamy white, with just a hint of a pink blush.
Fragile . . but tough.
I've been worried about my magnolia this year, though. Because its buds were just barely beginning to pop open when that nasty second-winter-worse-than-the-first-winter hit a few weeks ago.
I was right to worry, because there was a lot of damage. But, like the good, hardy bloomer that it is, my star magnolia hung in there! Once the weather warmed and the sun came out last weekend, the buds - damaged from the freeze - just continued to open.
Right where they had left off -- before getting frozen-in-time by the freeze.
Damaged. A bit funky looking. But still doing their spring magnolia thing!
It got me thinking again . . . about us. About people. Because we're like that, too.
We all carry our damage -- the imperfect bits and general wear-and-tear -- yet there we go! Opening up and blooming our fool heads off. Beautiful.
Just a reminder: Tomorrow is Poem-In-Your-Pocket day. I'll be sharing a poem. How about you?