Peeking out my window the pink and yellow flowers are opening, the sun is coming up and the sweet smell is beckoning my 5 year old self.
In our garden was a huge Magnolia tree, which I could climb and eventually fall out of breaking my arm.
It had a couple of huge branches where I could sit and read on a warm summers day, I could hide, I could be anything. Under the Magnolia was my playground, there was barely a blade of grass as it was so huge and covered the entire garden.
As I wasn’t sent to school as a child I’d spend a LOT of time in the garden, and a lot of time under the magnolia.
Growing up taller and taller the branches no longer could hold me and my dreams so being under it was my only option.
If the tree could talk it could probably tell you stories of a very happy childhood and a very broken teenage-hood it would tell you how my brother and sister played with me and cared for me, it would tell you about how I would sit and write and write in my journal.
It would tell you how I wrapped my arms around it and stroked the bark close to when we had to move home I wanted to take a piece with me, not sure what stopped me. I lived under the magnolia for 19 years
I try not to spend to much time in the past. I focus as much as possible on the future, because we all know the past can’t be changed blah-de-blah
But the blog name change is a poignant one and now this blog won’t just be another mummy blog it will be just another blog.
It night undergo a few tweaks here and there as I phase out as much as possible of my mummy blogging and move on to a more personal level of blogging, which will no doubt have a million and one updates about parenthood but it will have so much more too.
Enjoy your time under the magnolia