This morning I could not think of one good reason not to take a walk but I could think of many reasons why I should (including my morning existential angst being up in the red zone), I got off of my lazy buttocks and walked to the county line and back. I saw No Man Lord and we waved and I saw the sweet man who has the motorized wheelchair in another neighbor's yard and we all waved, and I saw that plant you see above. Sorry that the picture is not very good but you can get a feeling of its brilliance. I used my plant identification app on it but I didn't really check it closely and when I got home I found out that it had NOT properly identified it but I'll try again soon.
The magnolia grandifloras are blooming and yesterday evening my sweetheart brought two of the magnificent blossoms home for me. He tries to find some to pick for me every year around Jessie's birthday because the day she was born we had taken a walk around our neighborhood and he had picked me one which was in a vase of water in our room when she was born and I like to think that one of her first impressions on this earth was the scent of that magnolia. If so, it could explain some of her sweetness.
Maybe tomorrow I will.
And since we're talking about food (when am I not talking about food?) I will say that my egg-yolky lemon cake with lemon glaze would grant me easy admission into the old southern lady club. It tastes exactly like something a grandmother would make, perhaps for bridge club. It's moist and lemony, tart and sweet, yellow as the yellowest rose in Texas.