I confess that I’m utterly and completely biased that the Magnolia tree is one of the most beautiful and fragrant trees on the planet. I grew up in the South where I climbed the sturdy branches of the massive Magnolias that graced my grandparent’s farmhouse. The sweet lemon smells of the blossoms filled the house when the beautiful white flowers floated in a glass bowl on the table. Today I live with my grandmother’s watercolors of those same blossoms and a great Magnolia stands guard in my yard. Because smell is the sense that is most closely associated with memory, it’s no wonder that every time I pass a blossom – regardless of where I am in the United States – I’m transported back to those sweet, long summer days where the wide arms of the Magnolia shaded me during the hot Southern summers. Happy Summer wherever this finds you, and may you too bask in the glossy leaves of a magnificent magnolia.