|Photo taken this morning|
And slowly, tentatively, that is what is now happening. A month later than usual, we have blossoms and buds and birdsong. Our magnolia buds are still small, but they've started to open, pale rosy petals emerging from their protective husks. Maybe because I've been keeping such an anxious eye on them I'm so aware of their smallness, their fragility, their vulnerability to the sudden frost or storm which could still strike. They are a daily reminder of just how frail and defenceless we can be when we're truly open, and also just how emerging-ly, growthfully beautiful that whole process can be.