when i was living in Vermont, i read about life in the deep south. i read of the legendary Magnolia. moving to Alabama in 1993, i had high expectations. the magnolia is an evergreen tree. the foliage during the winter is deep, dark green, it’s leaves are glossy & firm, which is nice when everything else has turned a dull brown. but when spring arrives, half of the tree’s leaves turn brown & begin to fall, while everything is emerging from it’s winter slumber. spring is when the magnolia is at its ugliest. it is then, that the trees begin to flower. the blossoms can be as big as my hand, depending on the age of the tree. they do not stay white long, the petals soon begin to brown & droop a bit. the tree in spring looks as though it is dying. & when i’ve described the magnolia to others, who’ve not viewed the tree in life…”the southern magnolia looks like someone threw dirty gym socks into a dying tree”
this was a lucky shot, the flower had just opened & was at its best & fortunately for me, there was no brown leaves within sight of it.