The equinox was ages ago, but now it finally feels as though the seasons are changing. First up were the tulips and daffodils, but now, at long last, it is the magnolias’ turn. I love the scale of magnolias – no diminutive blossoms, or crouching down to take a peek. You can stand right underneath the branches and bathe in their delicate scent and glorious pink light.
After a winter that was more grim than usual (polar vortex anyone?), I am so very, very ready for Spring.