Pretty in (Fuschia) Pink

I noticed a slightly sweet scent on the wind, and I’m pretty darn sure it came from this magnolia. The blossoms have a very subtle, wonderful scent. Both trees appear to be the same variety, and as I drove back from town today, I noticed quite a few of the them in neighbors’ yards. I’d love to know how large they get or any additional information you have!

And I want to wish a Happy Birthday to my Dad. When I was little, I loved to play with the big white magnolia leaves next to the firehouse where Dad volunteered. The magnolia trees are long gone (they were evidently quite a mess to clean up), and the firehouse has since moved, but I still have those memories of sitting on a brick wall playing with lemon-scented leaves and being so proud of my firefighter Daddy. It takes a strong man to put up with me, my sister, and my mom, but he manages. Love you, Daddy!

*** This personal blog is comprised solely of the opinions, views, projects, and travels of its author, Stacey Morgan Smith. She is lucky enough to have loving family and friends whom she drags along with her on her adventures and whom she puts to work on her little farm. She uses this blog to help promote living in the mountains of the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, from Roanoke to the Potomac River.**

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