At the weekend I noticed that the Magnolias are out in London….seems very early this year.
My love of them dates from childhood. There was an illustration in my Children’s Treasury of Verse with a quote under it from William Brightly Rand’s poem ‘The First of June’…As a shy, dreamy child the melancholy verse appealed to me.
‘Magnolia like a stranger stands stiffly all alone.
I think a word would change her into a flower of stone.’
As an adult I love their waxy delicacy and the fact that they are around for such a short time.
And so every year I go Magnolia hunting……..