This magnificent Queen Anne house and magnificent magnolia soulangeana are right across the street from me in Saratoga Springs, NY. Not a day goes by that I don’t feel grateful for the sight of both of them.
I’ve always wanted a magnolia soulangeana, and it’s only since I moved to Saratoga Springs, a balmy Zone 5, that I’ve lived somewhere warm enough for one. But I have a small city yard, and no right place for such a big square tree.
My husband says that ownership is not important and to simply enjoy the neighborhood magnolia. I get only limited satisfaction from this National Park Service idea of shared landscape. I’m stewing about whether, if I take out a miserable crabapple, I could shoehorn one of my own into a shady corner.
Guess which one of us is the gardener?