Now, after a summer of heat and drought,they still sit, with their fingers still crossed. I didn't have the heart to break it to them, so I snapped their photo along with the new buds, letting them think they're still just as beautiful as their replacements. And why not? There's something to be said for those that stick around no matter what the weather. Tenacity indeed. And maybe just a subtle reminder that just as in nature, there are no guarantees in life, so enjoy the moment for however long it lasts.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
When we first moved here and never having a magnolia tree before, I quickly discovered that their buds can bear the brunt of winter so well, while I try to claim the closest seat to the woodstove and I've been amazed at the tenacity of such a little bud to survive those bitter north pole like nights that settle in come mid January. But here they are once again, ready to face old man winter with everything they've got. This year though, they're wearing fur coats, donated by last year's blossoms, whom sealed their fate, when they took mistook an unseasonably warm spring as a sign that it was safe to bloom. Within a few short days, they clung brown and heavy on the magnolia branches, as if waiting for magic to happen again and bring them back to life.
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