It’s about twenty years old, that magnolia tree. It ushers all visitors in to my home, standing along the walkway to the main door. Every year, right on time, it brings its beauty to bear for all to see and relish. It finally blossomed today, and I can smell the lovely blooms from my study as I write. The blooms are a mix of white and not-quite-pink…sort of a mauvy pink, I guess. I want to cut off a big branch and bring it in the house so that the loveliness and grandeur of the outdoors stays with me, sits by me, and gives me fragrance, beauty and light…but I can’t bring myself to separate the wood from the tree. Even the wood has a say in this. I may still…don’t know. I’ll keep you posted.