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Jane the Magnolia

From their white, pink-and purple-lined blossoms, to its sweet perfume, I never met a Magnolia tree I didn’t like.

When he first moved North he did not believe Magnolia trees could exist here. He was convinced I had misclassified the tree. While I knew they were not the dinner plate size blooms found in the South, they were still Magnolias.

I knew a thing or two about Magnolia trees. Growing up on South Francisco Jack and May who lived two doors down from us on had a lovely Magnolia tree on their front lawn. Right in the center. Magnolias are great trees loved by armies of large black ants and little kids alike. I loved that May lived in a house with a tree that bloomed in May. From their white, pink-and purple-lined blossoms, to their sweet perfume, I never met a Magnolia tree I didn’t like.

Our second from last home together, there was a humongous Magnolia with branches that swept up to the master bedroom and then all around the limestone patio. I seemed to travel every year around its annual bloom. One year, I made it home just in time to witness the tree in full bloom. The next morning I nearly cried when I awoke to see a blanket of white petals splayed all over the grass. An overnight Spring storm stripped the tree naked.

This morning, I walked the dogs down a street that I had not walked for more than a week. The fuzzy husks of a willowy blooming bush had started to fall off and its protected buds were unveiled. Neighboring it, was a large Magnolia tree whose buds just started to loosen up. The street is my favorite one in the Spring. There are probably seven Magnolias on the street and I am drunk on their perfume when I walk it. Their fragrance is so much better than the essence of what I pick up from the dogs.

This morning Spring’s eruption tugged a bit at my heart. We planted a Magnolia, a Jane variety if I’m not mistaken. It’s one of the first things that we planted in the backyard, and he protected it so carefully so Cocoa, who was a pup at the time, didn’t chew its young branches. He also planted a Maple, which died shortly before he left. I thought that was symbolic. It literally fell over and died, cracked near its base. With the Maple dead and gone, the Magnolia is the only thing in the backyard that we planted together. Next month it will be four years since it became a fixture in our backyard. The ancient Lilac and the Magnolia bloom in unison.

This morning when we finished the walk I checked out Jane. She should open in all her glory this week.

Planting a tree means planting roots. We chose the right spot for its required sun and anticipated spread. We planned to watch them grow tall together. He’s gone now. And Jane, my Magnolia remains, proving to the world that Magnolias do exist and flourish in the North when left to fend for themselves.

Note: A prompt was born yesterday. Thanks to Marc from Sorryless, who wrote about what writing means to him yesterday. Like him, writing allows me to become unstuck. He checked out my Best Songs Ever page which led to a discussion about Aimee Mann and sooner than later I was listening to the Magnolia soundtrack and writing about my morning walk. Marc and Dale are two bright stars in my world, who I only found because writing gets me, and I get it. They too will do their own take on Magnolia. When life happens and we have the presence of mind to appreciate it, prompts are born, and blogs are written. 

 

17 comments on “Jane the Magnolia

  1. Nicely written beautiful especially the last paragraph

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  2. At our last residence (where we lived for 27 years), we had a Sweet Bay Magnolia in front of the house … actually outside our bedroom window … and when the flowers were blooming, wow … easy to smell!

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  3. Karen,

    A favorite strategy of mine is to have a Kleenex box close by in the event I read something that moves me to tears. That way the kids won’t give me shit, lol.

    Seriously, this is just beautiful. I won’t ramble on in my comment, because I really could.

    Peace and magnolia trees

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  4. I too have been enjoying the trees in the hood,but with 40 mi per hr winds
    today, I all ready see the blooms disappearing. Hope your week is going well
    Love you & sending positive thoughts Mom

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  6. Bloody hell. So sorry I am so late to this one. I had opened it, was feeling too stuffed up to read it and understand what I was reading (bloody head cold. Lovely May present that I so didn’t need nor want…)

    K. Back to business. Such a beautiful post and guess what? Magnolias are my favourite, too. Matter of fact, I was just saying the other day that when I sell this house and move into the next one, I am planting one! So, no wonder we get along so divinely… 😉 As my lilac is barely blooming, I’m figuring I still have a chance to see the few magnolias around here in bloom. Fingers crossed.

    And, it is somewhat ironic that the maple didn’t make it. I thought they were hardy trees. But then, maybe in this case, it was as it should be…

    You do have such a wonderful way with words, Karen.

    My post is going up today sometime!

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