I know, I know, I’ll have to leave the magnolias alone, eventually. But for now, I keep wandering back to a certain sheltered walkway, hidden by the sky-high magnolia trees. I keep looking for more blooms to open.
When I found the first one that was somewhat near my eye level, I very carefully pulled it down so I could look at it, but didn’t disturb the fallen stamens (I looked that up, I’m pretty sure that’s what they are). One time, I pulled one down, and got several dried stamens in my face, complete with pollen. Blech.
After that, some of them open in a very odd fashion. One petal will come all the way open, while the others don’t. Or you’ll find some random leaves growing up between the petals, blocking your camera. And if it rains enough, they’ll just rot without ever opening.
As I write this, it’s raining again, and these pictures were taken several days ago. The magnolia trees all around Clemson are continuing to bloom, and I keep telling myself I should go to the Botanical Gardens or over by Sikes Hall to look at the trees there. But then, I remember how many other photos I’ve taken of them, and put it off for another day.
But eventually, I think I’ll find the perfect just newly opened magnolia, every petal in its absolutely perfect place, and no rain or sunshine has either rotted it or dried it out. The just-now-opened flower will also smell glorious.