I poached this magnolia branch. Not in water you silly. I “liberated” it. From its home, in the cold dark days of late spring, the evening before the last snowfall.
Little darling, come on inside with me. I will cherish you, admire you and watch you unfurl your blushed ivory petals. And I did. And I am.
You are so blessed to see such lovely blooms right now! We have only Primroses so far. That gives me some incentive to ‘clip some art’ myself. How about some Forsythia? Okay, I’m off!
lovely…
Oh, that sounds nice.
Thanks for the shout out in the Statesman!