I gasped in mid-sentence. I couldn’t help myself.
I had been chatting casually with my Mom, pacing in my room as I am want to do…
…when out of the corner of my eye, I spied…
…that the first Magnolia bud had bloomed…
…and brought with it beribboned Spring.
Since then I have watched and waited, day into the last light…
…to spy each beacon firing up one after the next…
…as an unapologetic arbiter of Hope.
Not the kind with feathers…but those flying on paper wings.
I lift my head upwards, reaching towards Beauty and finding it so comfortingly, right in my own backyard. With a nudge towards l’olivier, our lone olive tree, I whisper, “Come on, it’s your turn.”
Today’s post is my contribution to our International Bloggers Party. This month’s theme included the option of discussing “how flowers bring us inspiration.” Thank Goodness the Magnolia bloomed as otherwise I would have simply written, “How do they not?” As it is, I have taken hundreds of photographs of said tree to date and the fireworks have only just begun.
To read the other takes on this theme which include fashion and “flower power” please click: here.
With all of my Best from Provence,
Heather
Yay Jackie! Thanks for rooting for the olive tree. It is definitely still in sleep mode, as are the rose bush and the vine…each in time…
Karena, I couldn't agree with you more. Walking the dogs in Winter, while beautiful in its own way, is just not the same…
xo
Merci! Ah, I need to go and find your blooms Jackie. How can we NOT talk about them and their beauty? Plus there are so many people that are still in serious need of hope that Spring is actually coming!
Much Mahalo Bill,
signed,
The Troublemaker 🙂
Eeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! Oh I would love to see you again! And Heidi too. 🙂 *fingers crossed*
This is the most beautiful description! I need you to be my ghost writer. 😉
There is nothing quite like the first glimpse of spring.
I did the same when I saw a magnolia in full bloom from the taxi yesterday! I am waiting patiently for the riot of pinky-purple to appear on the incredible tree that sits at the edge of the Palatine hill.
Those magnolia blooms are magnificent. No wonder they stopped you in your tracks.
No, Heather, I don't miss the seasons at all. Being in this wonderful place .. wearing Aloha shirts all year long .. enjoying the incredible culture of Kauai .. in a comparative analysis to snow filled winter days by the fireplace and beautiful trees in Fall – nah, don't miss it. I truly feel like one of the 67,000 (Kauai's population) luckiest souls on planet Earth. Of course I do love a soft snowfall .. the kind that has huge flakes floating slowing back and forth .. and I do love the beauty of Aspen trees "turning" in the Fall – crocus et daffodils in the Spring .. Oh, for cryin' out loud, why did you have to go and ask me that question !?! Everyplace on our wonderful orb has its intrinsic beauty and this lifetime is just too short. Speaking of short, Heather, here is my official short (after contemplation) answer to your question:
"Heather, I love nature, no matter where "She" dwells." LOL
Aloha, Bill
http://www.kauai-to-paris.com
Oh how wonderful Heather, spring is such a beginning of hope and wonderment. Here is Australia we are in Autumn and await the glorious fire reds and oranges that are coming into the garden before winters slumber.