My Tree

This is the magnolia tree in front of the house I grew up in. I don’t know the last time I was able to see it in bloom.  But I happened to be there.  Lucky enough to see it blossom early.  
This was not my climbing tree.  That was cut down long ago.  That tree, technically, resided on our neighbor’s property because, in suburbia, we must draw those lines, make the proper distinctions.  One day I came home from school and it was gone.  Maybe they didn’t like me dangling from its branches.  I wonder.
But this tree is still there.  The only magnolia tree on the street.  The most beautiful. I think I’ll call it mine.


14 thoughts on “My Tree

  1. Wow. How beautiful is that! Thanks so much for sharing.

    My cousin's had a climbing tree on 'their lawn'. Actually it was half on theirs and half on their neighbors. Lucky for us the neighbors didn't mine us on their yard a little bit 🙂


  2. This tree reminds me of one where I grew up. When my parents bought the house, it was a seedling of sorts, about 2 feet tall. Years later when I returned 'home' to show a friend my old haunts, I hardly recognized the mature climbing tree it had become.

    “Your” magnolia tree is actually very pretty in bloom. Did you ever carve your initials into it? If not, get back there and stake your true ownership! lol


  3. That second picture is just gorgeous. I love it. I had a Japanese Magnolia in the yard of my last house, and it was always a late bloomer. But when it did… ahh!

    P.S. I loved that post about your g'mom. It made me think of my tree. And look, here's yours. :o) ❤


  4. So pretty! I love magnolia trees. That's great you were able to catch it in bloom. I know what you mean about mourning trees that didn't technically “belong” to you, but they really did . . . when our neighbor across the street cut down his tree, a tree I'd looked out and admired every day since I was a kid, I was really sad.



    There's a majestic, old magnolia tree,
    That stands in my front yard;
    It's a tree that's grown there for ages,
    And whose beauty you can't disregard.
    She spreads her branches quite nobly,
    And her stance is that of a queen;
    She stretches her arms so commandingly,
    As if certainly crying out to be seen.
    She's the center of much activity,
    And I know a squirrel family lives there;
    I'm sure she affords them much comfort,
    For her branches don't ever go bare.
    There's so much that's gone on around her,
    I'm sure that so much could be told;
    But, she keeps all her secrets well guarded
    And, simply, remains a sight to behold.

    2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
    from Reflections of a Misssissippi Magnolia-A Life in Poems


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