…On the gnarled
magnolia, in the fog, the blossoms and buds were like
all the moons in one night – full,
from ‘Telling My Mother’ by Sharon Olds, in Stag’s Leap
It was the most perfect spring weekend. A picnic in the New Forest on Saturday, the sun filtering through the trees into sheets of streaming light. Yesterday, surrounded by running children in the back garden, I looked up at the magnolia & remembered these lines from a poem I read last week. We don’t quite have full moons, but we have the promise that this will be the magical week.