Steel Magnolias

In case you didn’t know, magnolias aren’t steel. But I did steal a magnolia the other day.

A few weeks ago I had an discussion with a friend about whether or not it was magnolia season.  Well, it is magnolia season, and they’ve been on my mind ever since then. They’re blooming on trees everywhere, especially on a few that line the street I live on. Unfortunately for my five foot self, most of the blooms rest closer to the top of very tall trees. But to my surprise I saw flower, close enough for me to reach, calling my name. As soon as I got home I got my clippers, chopped off the magnolia, and stuck it in a vase.

Nobody told me (granted I never asked) that magnolias smell terrible. I was always too short to smell them on the tree myself.

I guess that’s what I get for stealing a magnolia.

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The foul smelling result of my thievery.