of my magnolia tree in Louisiana, which we planted when we moved in and watched grow for 38 years. My kids climbed it, a risky venture for both them and the tree, as its branches were brittle and broke easily. We loved its glossy leaves and blossoms; I took dozens of photos of them. The birds loved the seeds. The new owner did not share our feelings and cut it down. My sons drove by the old house and are outraged.
