The stream bends here, and if you are tempted to watch it to follow the curve and line of the water as it rushes and spills under the bridge and over the dam on the right side of the road, you will miss the sight on your left. This magnolia tree. Long past the season of blooms it offers to the autumn season a rich red of fruits. The color so perfectly matches the old barn against which it grows that I find it impossible to believe the tree was planted for the glorious creamy white blooms that will cover it's evergreen branches in the spring.
No, somebody knew that other seasons need beauty too and planned for this perfect combination.
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