Two interactions this week brought me unexpected pleasure.

The first was an email from Michael in Portland and I was so touched by his words I asked his permission to share it here. I post it without comment except to say that the ‘Dark Tulip’ Magnolia he refers to is of course our Magnolia ‘Black Tulip’.

Hello! 

This is a bit of story, but I want to express how grateful I am for your Dark Tulip Magnolia. 

I grew up in Mississippi, which is in the southern part of the United States and southern magnolia is the state flower. When I was about five years old my father took me to a garden center where we bought a small southern magnolia. He told me that was “my” tree. I loved that tree and it became a symbol of my childhood and my relationship with my dad. I’m in my late 30’s now and I live in Oregon, which is +2,000 miles from Mississippi. I rarely go back to Mississippi, but when I do I always drive by that house to sit at look at that giant magnolia from my car. My dad died unexpectedly almost two years ago and magnolias are still very much connected to him in my mind. 

I’ve always wanted a magnolia of my own, but I’ve been living in apartments my entire adult life. This winter, I finally moved into a house with a (small) yard. I knew I wanted to plant a magnolia even if I had to grow it in a pot (for now). I went to a nursery here in Portland and the moment I saw your Dark Tulip Magnolia, my heart jumped! The blossoms stopped me in my tracks. The flowers immediately sent me back to so many childhood memories, to memories of my father planting our tree. But yet this magnolia is… an evolution of something… the unbelievably deep and soul moving burgundy is stunning! It’s hard to express, but your Dark Tulip Magnolia has become a symbol of growth after loss, of moving forward, of change. It’s deeply poignant to me. 

I purchased my first tree of my adult life: your Dark Tulip Magnolia. I have it in a very large container, which I know is not ideal, but it is the best I can do for a few years. I am determined to learn everything I can and do my best to help it thrive. This living art you’ve created has played a role in healing my heart and in my life story. It is the most beautiful tree I have ever seen. 

I know the Dark Tulip Magnolia has been around for years, but it is new to me and I’ve been reading everything I can find about how to keep it healthy. I want you to know that your work has created profound meaning in my life. I am so grateful for the years of work you’ve put into creating such beautiful trees. 

Thank you for the beauty you’ve contributed to the world and to my life. 

Michael

It is always rewarding when people derive pleasure from plants bred here by Mark and Felix before him. When one touches somebody in a deep emotional, almost spiritual way, that is next level altogether.

The second  treat this week was when the mailbox delivered up the rare specimen of a handwritten postcard. In a week when NZ Post announced the demise of posties, to be replaced by courier drivers, a handwritten card seemed especially poignant. It was a letter of appreciation from a reader of this site. The bit that made me laugh out loud was: “But I really had to say a big thankyou for ‘sad beige’!!!! So funny (and sad!)”

I read that bit out loud to Zach as he came into work that morning and he snorted in delight. It was he who gifted me ‘sad beige’ as in here , here, and here.

Appreciative comments from readers are always treasured but readers who share my sense of humour are gold.

Back in the days when people still bought and read newspapers, I used to get more feedback on the garden pages I wrote from 1997 through to 2015. I just looked up those dates and I am stunned I kept it up for 18 years. Mark used to call the incoming mail my ‘fan mail’. I kept the special ones and I shall add the postcard and the email to that file. I am a bit sorry I can’t store the phone calls I used to receive from elderly gents wanting to discuss growing potatoes. This was in the days of landlines and phone books, you understand, a time when there were quite a few elderly gentlemen wanting to discuss potatoes. Never having grown a potato in my life, I would hand those calls over to Mark who was far better equipped on the topic. They were oddly charming, in a niche sort of way.