Though sparse, the magnolia blooms in the front yard are still spectacular. An old tree that has seen its share of storms, wind, wildlife making their homes in the trunks and on the leaves and boughs, and using it to polish antlers, it stands spreading and comforting. Victim to a blight, its demise is sad. So I was surprised to see new shoots reaching upward, green leaves just appearing. Tall, hopeful. Like life. We get beat up and when hope has waned, some small gesture makes us smile and realize. Life. Ebbs and Flows. Thank you, Magnolia. I’ll continue to enjoy you with appreciation and wonder as you sprinkle down your lovely pink and white petals.