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  • Every year when our grand Magnolia blooms, I know what to expect.

    I've got a soft spot for trees, you see. And this one has been standing loyally by our house for as long as I can remember. It contributes a hell of a lot in beauty to our box-like condo, and in the spring...bliss. The delicate pink blossoms decorating the large tree in a sort of gorgeous haze, noticed from all the way down the street. They open fully for only a week or so before withering. And while you're waiting for the blossoms to bloom, the tree offers you fuzzy buds that you can disect out of curiosity and use in games with little plastic action figures.
    The tree has been through a lot, and is lucky to still be here. The life of a tree is not easy. The landlord has ordered the tree guys to saw off pretty much a limb every other year. I've climbed it so much some branches have started to splitter and sag under my constant weight. One year it stormed terribly bad and one limb fell into another and rotted there. But it still hasn't lost it's beauty.

    Now, I am someone who likes to be known. Not like being popular, but to be recognized. Some kid might say to the other, "Do you know Deniz? Dutton?" And I hope for the answer to be, "Oh yeah! That crazy cat lady who climbs trees alot."
    Yes, those are my specialties and what I'm generally know for among children in town. But the Magnolia contributes to that. There are other Magnolias scattered here and there in various yards, but I've got to say, I think ours just might be the biggest and grandest not only on the street, but in the whole town (which isn't that big).
    During the school year, I have a habbit of observing the kids who walk to school early; and am honored when some stop infront of our blooming Magnolia, bend down, pick up a fresh pink petal that has fluttered to the ground, and capture it in a zip-lock bag. I am simply honored, that they have thought my tree worthy and beautiful enough for one of it's petals to be taken off for show and tell and displayed to a long line of teachers and students. It could have been any tree.
    People have crouched in our driveway and taken photos of that Magnolia. Kids have used its leaves and petals for school assignments (I'm guessing). It's a celebrity tree, a true citizen of Payson road.
    Along with that, I'm honored to be known as the person on Payson road with the famous and beautiful Magnolia tree.

    I'm honored to have earned that title.
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