Home can mean many different places to us throughout our lives. My parents still live in the home where I grew up, and my mother’s garden in spring always feels like home to me. Mom wanted me to take a picture of her splendid tulip magnolia last week during a visit, and I got there just in time.

The night I took these, a storm came through and blew most of the petals off the tree. I was grateful to have captured the blooms before they disappeared.

Are there gardens other than your own that make you feel like you’re home?

Join me in the hunt for beauty?
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