As winter progresses I know the absolute worst of winter has passed, in theory, once I see Japonica Camellias blooming. But nothing heralds the season of spring to me more than noticing the first magnolias. Except here in the apartment, everywhere we have lived if there wasn't one there already, we planted a magnolia.
In Richmond I came across this fine Magnolia Soulangeana, then later in the day, one I perhaps have posted a photo of before, a white Magnolia Denudata in South Yarra. Its scent is exquisite. As developers get their hands on large blocks with individual houses and build a forty story tower right up to the fence lines, trees such as Magnolias are disappearing from our suburbs.
Will we have to travel to the Deep South of the United States in the future to see splendidly large magnolias? I hope not.
PS, I was going to post a You Tube clip of a song about a magnolia tree. After ages of fruitless searching, I established that there was a poem called The White Magnolia Tree, but it was nothing to do with the tear jerker song, which also took time to find, Honey, by Bobby Goldsboro.