The Darling Buds of September.

A snap shot in time, of a painting in progress. Alas I am not the artist, just the gardener.
Whose magnolia burst into bud this week, with the first flowers of spring.

To become the beginnings of a painting, that may or may not see the light of day.

Depending upon the whim of the artist and weather she is satisfied with the end result.

It may languish under the bed for years, to be dug out when next moving house, or in a spring cleaning episode.

Or it may be framed and hung on a wall somewhere, where I will remember that they were once the first magnolias in my spring garden, one September, many years ago.