It must have been just yesterday that I sat at our breakfast nook table and sketched our magnolia tree in girlish pink bloom.
Today that same view is quite different. No sign of pink. The last few leaves yellowed and barely hanging on. Summer days vanished like the rosy flounce of a dress the tree once wore.
But dotted on every branch, a grey bud with just the slightest hint of green. A promise of light and sun and spring. And those warmer days will be here before we know it.