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Faces In Magnolia Blossoms Tell Me The Story of Spring
My annual flirtation with pareidolia
Out for a walk on a recent sunny yet cold February day, I paused to appreciate the fresh blooms on a neighbor’s Magnolia tree. Peering between the branches, I made a discovery.
Those blooms were looking right back at me.
One hundred percent sober. I solemnly swear.
Every spring I look to find those little wrinkly blooming Magnolia faces, each with a personality of their own. My annual encounter with pareidolia.
Magnolia blossoms tell me the story of sun and water and the changing of seasons. They understand how the earth moves around the sun.
Spring isn’t that far away, they seem to mutter on the cold wind.
Blowing on my hands for warmth, I give my audience a wink and a nod. Message received.
As I walk with a new bounce in my step, I think:
Spring! I can’t wait.
