Most days on our walk, scoot, ride to school we pass a magnolia tree.
I love the fuzzy buds, protected from the dreary frost.
They look so soft, I want to pet them.
A few weeks on, and the buds drop their furry coats and the white petals peek out at the hint of spring.
A week or two after that and it is on like donkey kong.
That's right, spring has sprung, bitches!
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