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
STILL feels so far away for us! Although I think the trees will begin to pop next week.
Praise to spring and you Heather. The blooms are beautiful.
Oh my goodness, you are so welcome!
thank you this loveliness
On the Palantine Hill? *swoon, falls over, shakes self back to consciousness* Oh PLEASE take photos of that for me…pleeeeease Gillian? Pleeeeease?
They do everyday…
How I love Autumn! Enjoy those blazing colors for me please. 🙂