The Magnolia Tree
Deep in the American South of the 1950s, my grandmother’s backyard was a wild, unplanned garden and home to many trees that I loved. Pecan trees, chinaberry trees, mimosa, black walnut, giant oaks. Then there were the crepe myrtles that bloomed in late summer at the same time as the spider lilies and canna lilies. Wisteria, fig trees and pomegranate bushes inhabited my world. For me as a child, these were fascinating beings full of magic and mystery. There was an old wisteria vine that grew all around and up in the limbs of one of the chinaberry trees, which became one of my favorite spots. I could spend hours playing there.
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