Fruit of the Magnolia

Sounds like a Southern romance novel–kind of like living here with its many contradictions. I have noticed the seed pods coming to life with their bright red berries this past week. It has been perfect fire pit weather, with no wind, so the little smoke curl just rises straight up. As the pods open and the fruit emerges, the birds and my one lone squirrel will eat for a while. The squirrel plucks off the hickory nuts on the tree across the drive from the magnolia, and lets them fall to the ground. Eventually, the hard outer shell will split open. I do not know where squirrel packs them away, but I see him or her from time to time, scurrying across the ground to gather one up and disappear.

It is the Ole Miss-LSU game this weekend. If that did not bring enough folks to town, Eli Manning will be here for the retiring of No. 10, with his wife and 4 children. Nephew Arch Manning will be here for a recruiting visit, as will Archie and Olivia Manning. I rarely venture into town on a game day–the traffic is heavy, lines are long, and the grocery store is a nightmare. My recycle bins are full, my dishwasher detergent bin is empty. I now know the best alternate route to get to the recycle lot without going past the university, and will generally opt for Dollar General or the Walgreens if I need an essential item on game day. True, dishwasher detergent is not essential, and of course I forgot that I was almost out while at the store Thursday. Rand made a run to the closest DG up the road yesterday, and came home to report “not a single box of dishwasher soap of any brand”. Doesn’t surprise me–last time I was there, I bought the only box on the shelf and it was the DG brand.

It might be time to chill by the fire pit and watch the magnolia berries emerge. It is not like the dishes or the cardboard or the plastic and aluminum is going anywhere on its own. Where ever you are, I hope you have a pleasant Saturday and take time to smell the flowers…or watch magnolia berries.

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13 Responses to Fruit of the Magnolia

  1. I had no idea magnolia trees had red berries. We never lived close to one.

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  2. This kind of makes me miss the magnolia tree at our old house.

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  3. There’s a chill in the air here today, and I think it would be perfect fire pit weather!

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  4. Beth says:

    I need to pay closer attention to the magnolia’s around here and see if they have red berries, they are very pretty against the green leaves!

    Ah, yes, Ole Miss football. I watched the game, but was distracted and missed the half-time presentation. I can only imagine what Oxford was like as I remember all too well the craziness that overtook it on game day.

    The year I was 8 I was allowed to go to a game with my parents – a family member dropped us off at the stadium, but we had to walk back to my grandparents’ house because….well, traffic was….heavy. Not sure how to describe a big city traffic jam in a small town, but it was far worse than any city traffic jam. I wouldn’t take anything for those memories that day!

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  5. Suzassippi says:

    Parking on game day is now $30 a pop at all the area parking lots! It was nice to see the photos of Eli and his family.


  6. Julia says:

    The magnolia tree picture reminds me of my childhood-my great aunt had a very large magnolia tree in her yard. I saw a picture of her planting the tree when we were going through her things after she had passed away. It must’ve been 50 years old when I was a child.

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