From release to ruin

When a child, my mother liked to paint walls and ceilings magnolia.  In fact most of the house appeared to be magnolia.  Yet I have never really seen the connection between the colour magnolia and the beauty of the actual tree.

This time of year they are the rulers of the front garden, they are at the their full display and look glorious.  (I know they are not just in front gardens, but in towns they often are).

I have said before that one of the deciding factors for buying this house was the magnolia tree.  It is a real beauty.  The previous owner thought it was dull as its flower season is so short, but to me it is a wondrous thing.

This is the tale of one bud: from release through to the ruin of frost and beyond.