I’m weird about trees. There are several stories I could tell of emotional attachments I’ve gotten to trees. Sometimes it’s one specific tree (The 100+ year old dogwood at the botanical gardens) and sometimes it’s a certain type of tree as a group. In this case? Japanese Magnolia.
One of my favorite professors in college got very upset when the school decided to cut down one of the Japanese Magnolias we had on campus, in order to make room for a bigger Lion habitat. (What?) He was tenured AND about to retire so he just confronted the Vice President of the University about it when we passed him one day on the sidewalk. It was a great show of principle as my professor voiced his opinions about this tree and how ridiculous it was the university was just going to destroy it without even trying to move it. Since then, I think of him every spring when they bloom.
They’re fragile trees, so often you’ll only see their blooms for a few days before a storm or a cold spell gets them. But they bloom first in our part of the country…bringing in Spring with a crazy burst of gorgeous pink. I love them, even if they don’t last long.
This one is in my neighbor’s yard and I snuck over there today to photograph it before a storm hits. You can see the series here.