At long last there are signs that our long, cold Winter is finally drawing to a close, with the promise of some much longed for warmth not too far away. We are occasionally graced with a glorious sunny day, only to have it return the next day to grey skies and bitter cold temperatures, often with a bone chilling wind. But the sunny days are occurring more frequently and the buds in my treasured Magnolia tree are slowly starting to unfurl, gradually revealing its beautiful, vibrant pink flowers.
My Magnolia has many faces, the glorious tree covered in verdant leaves, the grey, stark branches of a bare tree and then finally the beautiful blooms appearing on naked stems in late Winter to herald Spring. Many photos of significant events in our lives have incorporated the Magnolia as a backdrop; dressed up and off to a wedding; first day of Kinder; first day of school; last day of school – all feature the Magnolia. In December it is festooned with fairy lights, an integral part of our annual Christmas festive light display. When we renovated our house, we had a tree removed and I was devastated when it fell and took out part of the Magnolia. The tree man bought another ( which has since died) but my original tree, which after its misfortune was cut back to next to nothing, has thrived and is now once again resplendent, bigger and better than it ever was. It signifies our family spirit; knock us down and we will get back up fighting!
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
⁃ Anais nin