There has been a blizzard of Magnolia leaves over the last few weeks.

Flurries in the morning breeze, squalls stirred up by afternoon gusts, great dumps of leaves in the evening wind.

It has become a never ending task to keep the front yard cleared.

When we decided to make a move, to venture out, to try someplace new, the only stipulation, on both sides was someplace with “no winter.” So I count my blessings that it is not cold, that the only “white” in our yard is petals, “shovel sunshine” instead of snow, rake leaves into neat little piles. Take off my jacket, take in the breeze, the scent, the view and keep on “shoveling.”

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