The Butcher and I Develop a Plan. I Plan on Calling the Plan ‘Henry’

As long-time friends and/or blog readers know, I have wished, since long before I had a house, to have a magnolia tree outside my bedroom window so that I could open my window at night and smell the smell. The plan was to wait until we pulled out the septic tank to put in any trees in the front yard, but you know, we pulled out the dying hackberry and the other tree in the front yard was dead when we bought the place (though we didn’t know it until the next year, when it never got leaves) so that came down and the other tree in the front yard might just be an over-ambitious bush, which has got to be pushing 50 years itself and keeps seeming like it might die, and the Butcher is taking the privet along the creek out which will leave a whole total of a tea rose and a tea lilac (no, there’s no such thing as a tea lilac, but I’m inventing it) in my giant front yard. (I think the three small trees in the iris bed are technically on the side of the house).

You can’t have two tiny things in a giant front yard.

It’s just depressing. And it feels like bad Luck to be pulling out a bunch of trees (even if they needed it) and not at least putting a tree in.

So, last night, I stood on the front porch and the Butcher wandered around the front yard, pretending to be a magnolia tree so that we could decide the best place to put it.

And as soon as my tax return comes in, I plan on buying me a magnolia that will grow to be huge and smelly and beautiful in my front yard. And I will name it “Henry.”

I cannot wait.

4 thoughts on “The Butcher and I Develop a Plan. I Plan on Calling the Plan ‘Henry’

  1. That is the most outrageously adorable thing I have ever heard. I kind of love your brother.

  2. You could fit more than one tree in that front yard of yours, you know. Surely you have room for a Thomas and a Richard as well.

  3. I had the most magical, wonderful yard when I lived in Memphis. A yard that made people stop during their walks to admire. Of all the wonderful things, I miss my magnolia and its wonderful blooms the most.

    Do yourself a favor and make sure you let it grow like it wants–down to the ground. It self-mulches. Don’t rake those leaves! Let it hide them for you. You’ll have more accessible blooms that way anyway.

  4. Lesley, that’s the plan. When I was at Wake, they had these magnolias that did that and you could get in underneath them and sit against the trunk all hidden from the world and enjoy the shade. I don’t know that I’ll live long enough to see Henry get that big, but I want to watch the potential for that grow.

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