Each morning I cycle through a street in Teddington that by design, or beautiful coincidence, is lined with Magnolia trees. They go from pure white to bright pink but are always elegant and somehow regal.
There are so many that I imagine at one time they must have been very much in fashion and anyone who was anyone had one planted in the front garden. Whatever the reason I very much enjoy my trip though Magnolia Lane every morning.
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