The Old Magnolia

My parents planted a small magnolia tree beside our house when 
I was about 4. The tree and I were probably the same age and we grew up together. I no longer own the tree, my brother and I sold the house and the land the tree is on after my mother's death in 2007. But now, I live in my grandparents' house next door, so, I still see the beautiful tree as it blooms. A tree that will always be mine in my heart. The pink unfolding blossoms on a dark day hold the promise of a brilliant spring.

Extra, wee Betsey and her tree, with the house I live in now in the background. You can see the piazza, the cat's paradise.

This day came in gloomy with slight drizzle.

All hands glad tomorrow is Friday.