A Magnolia Blossom
April 27, 2010
My friend made an actual beeline for the magnolia blossoms overhanging a fence. She was drawn to confirm what the bodacious blossom seemed to promise — big scent. Taking a big whiff, she got all dreamy-eyed.
“Did it smell good?” I asked.
“Yes, but… umm…” She began to laugh.”I was going to say something about the rest of the tree not being very interesting.”
I looked back at the tree — all blooms, no leaves– and began to laugh myself. It wasn’t the fully-leafed, bursting-bloomed tree I would have drawn. The tree hadn’t done anything wrong. It had put its blooming first– like a brainstorm of an idea, before the emergent leafy thoughts fill both the new and just realized branches. The bloom wasn’t the culmination of the tree’s season of growth. It was the energetic gesture from a well-rested body, a body that was eager to grow and expand.
A nice thing… nature’s “flawed” brainstorms, and the subsequent leafing out.
A nice thing... 
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What an absolutely gorgeous post. Of course, it could come only from someone who’s full of leaves. There are bursts of beauty all over. But this sort of wisdom takes foliage.
This is a superb insight. Gleaning this from nature reveals a heart in harmony with all of nature’s best. Some bloom early, some bloom late. And then a precious few bloom perennially—like you.