Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Steel Magnolias?
















Images Homes & Gardens & Flickr


Never ever!! I've inherited my love of Magnolias from my darling Mum, & I'm so glad! One of life's most amazing experiences is to stand under the embrace of a Magnolia tree in full bloom. To drink in the intoxicating perfume, to stand in awe of its majestic yet gentle beauty & forgive it unconditionally for its all too fleeting display of blooms.

I have loved putting this post together, the soft, ethereal nature of each petal seduces the camera lens to come closer.....and closer. The most feminine of flowers, so vulnerable & fragile, yet so powerful in its ability to stir feelings & emotions. Mystical, magnificent Magnolia!

6 comments:

  1. Ok Millie - it is inevitable you have to become my mother in law - magnolias are my absolute all time favourite as well - GORGEOUS STUNNING POST! - I had to have a sticky beak at your blog while at work and what a welcome relief from all this boring tax stuff. thank you xxx

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  2. hi millie! those flowers are gorgeous! so u live in stirling eh? took a drive up there in autumn-- the colours simply blew me away! lucky u!:)

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  3. How beautiful, the pictures and your words. Here in Texas the magnolia is everywhere and it seems we take it for granted. I love the large flowers and the smell and the great foliage that has the dark glossy green front side and the matte coppery back sides. Thanks for magnolia escape. Heidi

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  4. What a lovely magnolia's you show today. The pastel colors, me like lots & so my family.

    Have a gr8 day!

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  5. Millie- Pink Magnolias are my absolutely favorite blossom- they are just so striking! Thanks for reminding me why I love them so much! :)

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  6. Stunning flowers!
    Nice of you to dedicate a post to your man! Handsome guy!
    And how adorable are you in your wedding photo!

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And none will hear the postman's knock
Without a quickening of the heart.
For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?
~W.H. Auden

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