i thought the magnolia was dying.

i was using a loper to trim its excess and it's really amazing how much excess it has. branches that shoot straight up, born on top of more well-established branches. a canopy of thick, ample shade. and as i looked up, noticing how the sun beamed through the few places leaves didn't cover, i saw - to my horror - a few yellow leaves.

so i announced to b that our magnolia tree, the giver of blossoms and fragrance and shade and compliments and happiness had a disease.

'honey, look!' i proclaimed, nearly crying. 'it's dying. it has a disease. what if it falls on the house?"

his reply?

"um, it's practically fall. it's not an evergreen."

duh, right?