Magnolia soulangeana always strikes me as clumsy. I much prefer the daintier magnolia stellata [below].
It so happens that we have a huge M.soulangeana tree in our backgarden. Apparently the biggest in the county, with a preservation order on it. Pity. I would have had it out. It takes days to clean up after it, when the entire lawn is covered in its fat brown sticky aftermath. And one ends up with a very sore back as it has to be done by hand. A rake doesn't cut it.
And of course the slightest bit of frost turns the flowers brown even sooner; sometimes before the buds have fully opened, so you have a whole year without the supposed pleasure of this tree.
I haven't the patience and acceptance of Basho, who never saw his banana tree fruit, or even flower, as it was totally the wrong climate. I'll donate my magnolia tree to him posthumously :-)
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3 comments:
Oh, how lovely to have a magnolia tree to compose haiku about and paint beautiful watercolours of. I have no sympathy when it comes to picking up the flowers, however back breaking!
A lovely painting. Sorry you are paying the price for our pleasure.
I loved your post ... very beautifully done and yes those flowers are so fragile! Bastet
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