Last week, every Magnolia liliiflora in the Piedmont erupted in pink blossoms. These trees from Asia seem to bloom in unison. Below them daffodils put on yellow and white blossoms. Camillias are mostly white, pink and red.
It’s the barely describable season. We went from highs in the 70s to hard freezes. I can never fathom how the blooming plants survive.
The woods are more subdued. We saw hints of red — maples and redbuds. But the beech trees are still holding onto last year’s leaves. Last year’s crownbeards and beefsteak plants are still standing, brittle but elegant. Their shapes are ornate, and I always stop to look. I think I know why early human made sculptures.
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