One day, I thought, mag­no­lias are so gen­er­ous. They bloom, and bloom, and bloom, until they’re all spent. Freely they receive from nature, freely they give — lav­ish­ing street cor­ners and front yards and parks with mag­nif­i­cent blos­soms, and then the fall­en petals give life to plant life yet to come.

I paint­ed this while lis­ten­ing to Gon­za­les’ solo piano.

May your day be filled with kindness.