Last week, the small but heavy scented stars of jasmine had my nose. This week, the lightly scented but enormous magnolia blooms had my eyes. Born and raised in the north, the southern magnolia hasn’t always been a favorite.
I missed the round pink balls that dotted the magnolia tree in my grandparents New York backyard. It may be my fondness for the tree’s home, but that magnolia made the southern version’s dark leaves and plain white blossoms seem drab in comparison.
To my exhaustion, John loves southern magnolia trees and has never stopped trying to convince me of how beautiful they are. We’ve been together eight years; he’s pointed out the magnolia around the corner a hundred times. He even brought home a seedling once, but after all that, he may have finally won that argument without saying or doing a thing this week.
The trees are speaking for themselves. The blossoms are gigantic when open, and their crisp white color pops off the dark leaves. The scent may not command the air like jasmine, but dip your nose into the petals for a sweet citrus-y bonus. Full bloom isn’t here yet, so keep watching.




























