I got to wander around in my friend Sandra’s yard this weekend.
As I stood under her Magnolia tree I took a trip back in time, to my maternal grandparents’ yard.
Their home was on a hill looking at Hibriten Mountain.
At the drive was a huge Magnolia.
I played under that tree. I thought the blooms were magic.
Gran had a special vase just for a bloom. I have it now.
The pods reminded me of bear’s claws.
My sister and I mentioned the tree to Gran while she was in a nursing home, near the end, basically unresponsive.
A tear rolled down her cheek.
I don’t know how to explain loving a tree or bush or flower,
but some of us really do.