On my afternoon tea at the Wells Inn in Sistersville, West Virginia, with my sister, and our husbands, we parked our car along the curb. I quickly spotted the bright pink cylinders perched atop drooping sprays of large, light green leaves.
Mountain magnolia (Magnolia fraseri) is native to West Virginia, but not down here along the Ohio River. It prefers the cool, sheltered mountain slopes but it seems to do fine in the protected yards of the valley where our summers are hot and very very humid. Like me it has been transplanted to this valley.
This is the color of my face when mowing in the heat of summer. I suppose it would be alright to call the shade, "hot pink."
I wonder if, like me, the summer humidity makes it want to take a trip to the mountains for rejuvenation? I wish we could make plans and escape together.
Yes, ours could be a fine friendship.