The magnolia tree makes one of the most beautiful flowers. During late spring and into early summer, the magnolia trees, young and old, tall and short, put out spectacular displays of blossoms. Although they come in different colors, the white flowers are common in my neck of the woods. These gorgeous flowers look almost edible and they smell so good. A magnolia tree covered with them looks a bride with a white decorated veil on her head, or when the flowers are dispersed, looks more like a hairdo adorned with white flowers.
For weeks, the blooms persist,leaving a pleasant aroma in the air. As the blooms mature and fade away, new ones come out to take their place, and before long, those fleshy, beautiful flowers change into dull brown petals which drop off,leaving green, cone-like fruits, which mature to brown fruits with red seeds.
As part of my hobby of flower collecting, which by the way is a great stress buster, if one is lucky and is not allergic to pollen, and to the smell of some of the flowers. The magnolia flowers happen to have a very strong aroma, even more intense than the Gardenia. They also happen to have lots of pollen in them, making them a possible danger to anyone with pollen allergy.
I was able to collect quite a few of these beautiful flowers this season, mostly from landscapers, who usually allowed me to pick as many as I wanted. Photographing them was another fun project. With a tight, busy schedule, taking a little time off on a hobby can be very relaxing and refreshing, giving the mind a break. After taking pictures of them, the flowers were then pinned up to air-dry. This took a few days and the dried flowers are simply beautiful, toasty brown,crumpled flowers with shades of light brown and gold, a memory of what was. A great reminder of life and the stories of life, both good and bad, all packed up in memories as life comes to an end and fades away,sometimes peacefully and expected, sometimes, abruptly,violently and totally unexpected,leaving sorrow and agony, in its trial, the same,no matter the age, position,status and circumstance.
The various shades of the beautiful flowers,now dried and preserved, remain,just as memories remain in print as letters, notes, in pictures and portraits,in the mind,and within legacies left behind,no matter how brief or extended life was. Glorious memories, sources of succor and comfort to those left behind waiting for their turn. In the meantime,life goes on, as time waits for nobody. It just keeps ticking!!
The magnolia tree makes one of the most beautiful flowers. During late spring and into early summer, the magnolia trees, young and old, tall and short, put out spectacular displays of blossoms. Although they come in different colors, the white flowers are common in my neck of the woods. These gorgeous flowers look almost edible and they smell so good. A magnolia tree covered with them looks a bride with a white decorated veil on her head, or when the flowers are dispersed, looks more like a hairdo adorned with white flowers.
For weeks, the blooms persist,leaving a pleasant aroma in the air. As the blooms mature and fade away, new ones come out to take their place, and before long, those fleshy, beautiful flowers change into dull brown petals which drop off,leaving green, cone-like fruits, which mature to brown fruits with red seeds.
As part of my hobby of flower collecting, which by the way is a great stress buster, if one is lucky and is not allergic to pollen, and to the smell of some of the flowers. The magnolia flowers happen to have a very strong aroma, even more intense than the Gardenia. They also happen to have lots of pollen in them, making them a possible danger to anyone with pollen allergy.
I was able to collect quite a few of these beautiful flowers this season, mostly from landscapers, who usually allowed me to pick as many as I wanted. Photographing them was another fun project. With a tight, busy schedule, taking a little time off on a hobby can be very relaxing and refreshing, giving the mind a break. After taking pictures of them, the flowers were then pinned up to air-dry. This took a few days and the dried flowers are simply beautiful, toasty brown,crumpled flowers with shades of light brown and gold, a memory of what was. A great reminder of life and the stories of life, both good and bad, all packed up in memories as life comes to an end and fades away,sometimes peacefully and expected, sometimes, abruptly,violently and totally unexpected,leaving sorrow and agony, in its trial, the same,no matter the age, position,status and circumstance.
The various shades of the beautiful flowers,now dried and preserved, remain,just as memories remain in print as letters, notes, in pictures and portraits,in the mind,and within legacies left behind,no matter how brief or extended life was. Glorious memories, sources of succor and comfort to those left behind waiting for their turn. In the meantime,life goes on, as time waits for nobody. It just keeps ticking!!
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