Purity and perfection...
you can almost detect the sweet scent of this magnolia blossom.
Complimenting a neighbor on her exquisite magnolia tree,
I learn that she planted the seed for it 50 years ago!
I knew a woman in her nineties who continued to plant saplings.
Planting trees when you know you will never see them come into their magnificence
suggests a faith in life, and the earth, and in green things, that is deeply inspiring.
I suppose that planting anything asserts a kind of faith.
Faith in the soil, the sunshine and the rain.
Faith in the seasons.
Faith in yourself.
When you plant a seed, you set something in motion...