Varieties of this elegant and elaborate tree can flourish in patio pots or take over entire plots, blooming from late winter into spring
My grandfather’s house used to be flanked by a magnolia tree so large that, in spring, all you could see was creamy blossom. It was the kind of tree that felt fairytale-like to a child: a twisting trunk good for climbing, a transportive shadow over the garden path. It would nudge against the house like an additional porch made of branches and leaves and, in March – the month of his birth – flowers.
He was insistent that he would always live in this house, and he did – for more than 60 years. I learned after he died that he had planted that magnolia as a sapling. That fairytale tree had not taken centuries to grow, but two human generations.
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