What is the saying about old ladies and purple hats? My beloved grandmother wore a similar shade of purple in a velvet beret. Whenever, this magnolia blooms, I think of it as Nan’s tree.
There also appears to be more birds in the garden and on the farm, than a month ago. Three large cormorants have been fishing in the stream, ducks were ‘a – splashing’ and I watched little flocks of wax eyes nibbling the grasses, today.
July signals the beginning of spring blossoming and the promise of longer days. But, New Zealand’s fickle spring means we have a lot more dubious weather to endure. I believe when the magnolia is at its most glorious – look out, the big winds will start. So it seems. However, for the moment, the pregnant buds look so soft.
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