I don’t know how I managed to kill the beautiful magnolia that had graced my front yard for the past twenty years. But the optimist in me saw it as an opportunity to choose a tree of my own.
My search began on the internet. I then quizzed my tree-hugging son, Patrick, about branching patterns and flower colors and the ability to live in a watered lawn environment. After much deliberation I settled on another magnolia- the deciduous kind that flowers early in spring and leafs out after a spectacular show of color.
You have probably seen this tree in beautiful shades of pink and violet. But I was curiously drawn to the description of the magnolia with a delicate butter yellow flower. Now that it is in bloom, I am remembering why.