Every single place we’ve lived, we’ve planted a magnolia tree. I planted one at my last location in Louisiana and Chad was about Addie’s age and he’d run and jump over it. Now, it’s taller than the roof. When I’m there, I always go by to see it.
The one we planted in Texas has probably not grown an inch and struggles to survive in our high pH soil, despite my efforts to help.
It’s huge and right outside the sewing room doors. It is absolutely full of buds and I’ll bet the next time I’m here, it will be blooming.
There’s also a hydrangea, which I didn’t know would survive the winters here but obviously, this one has been around for a while.
I need to get water hoses for here and start watering some of these plants.