The peachy buds and glowing white petals of these magnolias will be a welcome sight in my apartment this weekend. Cut from my backyard and plopped into an antique canning jar, their beauty is unassuming. I’m not really one to pay attention to the prescribed symbolism of flower types, so I don’t even know what magnolias are supposed to stand for. To me, anyway, these are a quiet elegy and I look at them and reflect on all the people who have been affected by the tragedies of the week. Boston and West, you continue to be in my thoughts and prayers.
Love to all my readers, especially my friends in Boston. Stay safe!