Beneath the Blossoms

#springwander Sit on the low bench under the magnolia. Let the petals fall around you—thick, velvety, pale as porcelain. The tree doesn’t move much, but it sings in scent. Time feels slower under its branches. And for a moment, you do too. The wind lifts a blossom into your lap. You leave without brushing it off. Beneath the Blossoms of spring in the botanic garden in Segovia.