Oh Magnolia! Thou art truly a queen! For weeks and weeks I went on pilgrimage to see you. Ever so hopeful you started blossoming. Ever so fearful I’d be too late. You played hard to get.
Eventually when your buds opened after a few days of sunshine I got down on my knees. Me and my Nikon D80. Homages in the mud that lasted for hours. How could I ever stop to eye and picture you when none of your blossoms is like the other? Every single one is a piece of art. How many terrabytes of magnolia images are enough?
Now you’re all withered, but you still don’t release me. For another couple of months I have to wait until you show your bizarre fruits. Not till then I may start designing a silk scarf featuring your becoming and passing away.