No Magnolias

Now that the leaves are emerging on my magnolia tree, one may conclude it will not bloom this spring. Neither did the forsythia. This is my own fault, I warrant, the basic-roses-in-winter fixation of the human race. Shakespeare warned against it in Love's Labour Lost:

At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
The grass-is-greener/prettier elsewhere and malcontent nature of the human race, wants magnolias, azaleas and rhododendron and other beauties not native to this place, but Mother Nature likes to remind us that this is lilac country.

Forewarned is forearmed, but even a high Critical Eye Q probably can't protect against the foibles and fallibilities of human nature. Today, love the lilacs.