Sunday, April 19, 2009


One of my favorite places in the city at this time of year is the obelisk in Central Park, behind the Metropolitan Museum. It's surrounded by Japanese magnolias that never fail to please. The little boy above was happily taking his own photos.

The flowers have a sweet aroma that filters down to those standing and walking beneath them.

The petals are so soft that the ones on the sidewalk bear the patterns of passing footprints.

Although I love to go to Central Park and see the magnolias, as I did yesterday, we have one of our own in our courtyard. Here it is, as seen from my window.


Barbara said...

It's such a soft and pleasing shade of pink, hard to reproduce on paper. For me this is the signature tree of spring. Unfortunately the petals soon fall to the ground and the heat comes. But while they are there, it feels like walking through a pink fairyland and people are just a little kinder, don't you think?

Reya Mellicker said...

Oh yeah! I am travelling backwards in time about two or three weeks.

They are glorious!!

Lorianne said...

Ours are just about to bloom here in Boston, and they'll bloom a little later in New Hampshire. It's like a wave of pink flowing from south to north.

R.L. Bourges said...

Our magnolia blooms are all gone now. So nice to see them again, thanks to blogging.

Merle Sneed said...

Flowers are nature's greatest wonder to me.

Squirrel said...

I love the seasons of bloomingness... now it's magnolia season and maple blossom time.