i like going back to visit my old house. my family moved to lanhydrock when I was 15. it was a difficult time. suddenly we were living in an old cottage in the grounds of a stately home in a far away land. it was like going back in time.
the track to "our" house is lined with a thin scattering of bleached and finely-veined filigree magnolia leaves. some are so thin and skeletal that they are barely there. i'm drawn to the velvety silver-white bloom on the underside, a sharp contrast to the dark waxy top surface. intricate networks of veins form rivers and tributaries viewed from the air.