This is just to say that, magnolia trees are really something.
I am not sure if you can truly claim to have sprung into spring if you haven't strolled down a street lined with bright red brick and exploding with flowers. And maybe because the winter here was long and hard and worse than I'd prepared for, we earned this somehow?
But it still feels like a privilege, to step out my door and to be immersed in such a thing--not just the view, but the feeling. And not to discount all the other beautiful blossoms, but now I know what a magnolia tree feels like.