Last Thursday as I was inspecting the toll exacted on my plants by the heat and drought, I came across this Japanese Magnolia. The leaves that hadn't fallen off were brown and dessicated, and after much grumbling, I resigned myself to the knowledge that it would probably die, and began thinking of what to plant in its place. Unwilling to completely give up on it, I decided that while I was watering the other trees, I may as well give this one a drink as well.
This morning, I noticed something purple in the tree. Several purple things, actually. I looked, and found it full of buds about to blossom.
Normally this tree blooms in March, as new life is emerging all around. To see it rebloom in August, after a summer more brutal than any winter in recent memory, reminds me that rebirth and renewal can come at any time.