Autumn Belle asked about Magnolias and I remembered the view I glimpsed through the gap in the tree line in front of the Upper Garden as I left for Church on Sunday morning.
Little Gem Magnolia framed in the gap between two pines. The Upper Garden is screened from the highway by scrub Oaks between Pine trees.
Sweet lemon fragrance carries across the garden.
Little Gem was a gift from his best friends in memory of the Monkeyman. It doesn't seem like nearly 10 years since he died. As Hugh said, "If you'd told me he got killed going 100 miles an hour on a motorcycle, I'd have said, 'That's Gary,' but I can't accept this," referring to dying on a bike that was not moving, hit by a little truck out of control on slick tires on a wet roadway.
Garden paths beside Little Gem. Butterflies are waiting for Porterweed spikes to produce bloms and Moths are waiting for the nighttime fragrance of Angel Trumpets. I'm hoping for rain.