Magnolia for me means the beauty of spring. After the cold is gone, pink and white magnolias are blooming and from the moment you see them you know winter is truly gone until, well, it comes back. There are also the gypsy ladies selling withered wild flowers, like snowbells and violets. But Magnolias are above us all, magnificently watching from the trees; there to greet us before anyone else.
I remember going to an old school and entering their interior garden, full of magnolias and other trees in blossom. The flowers were already fading and the petals were flying in the wind. I could barely keep my eyes open because of the strong sun and I felt I was in a Japanese fairy tale, under a shower of light and petals.
I read online that the magnolia trees came to Europe all the way from Virginia, USA. They are also said to have been blooming during the time of the dinosaurs and there are magnolia fossils over 100 million years old. They were pollinated by a special kind of beetle which existed on our planet way before bees.