Every spring somebody forgets to tell the magnolia tree along our driveway that we’re too far north for her blossoms to survive our typical late cold snap. Every year she flirts with us, dressing up winter’s dull browns with beautiful purple and white blossoms. But, at best, it’s a fleeting splendor. If not the cold then it’s gusts of hard wind that unmercifully strip away such beauty.
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