Magnolias in the rain

The magnolias are opening in all their lush, feminine, glory. Right now they remind me a bit of aging Playboy Bunnies.

Still magnificent, but showing some signs of living too wild and partying too heartily. The frost has nipped the tips of some petals. The hailstorm, though thrilling, has left them a bit battered, and the translucence of their glory is muted in the cold grey light of a rainy dawn.

But still, you wouldn't kick them out of bed.