Thank God I am beyond child naming years. If I had a daughter, I might have had to name her Moonglow.
Sitting under an old, twisty magnolia...every branch unfolding with plate-size creamy, dreamy blossoms. And it is evening. The sun sets and the scents rise. I'm a lucky girl.
PS. I just realized this is another post about a tree. Yikes.
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