About twenty-five years ago, I bought a magnolia tree for my parents. I bought them another tree too, but I don’t remember what it was called. Magnolias were quite exotic then. I just knew that my parents had said they would like one.
Now they are ubiquitous, so it is fortunate that they are also beautiful and come in so many colours. This one, a vibrant pink, is near my home. I think it is magnificent.
But secretly, I prefer cherry blossom.