Ahhh! The sweetbays are blooming.
It’s a major event around here.
Every evening about 7:30 the sweetbay magnolias (Magnolia virginiana) emit a deliciously wonderful scent. The fragrance drifts through the air like a force of nature.
We are certain to be sitting on the deck about that time.
We breathe deeply and the air around us is infused with the fragrance.
The scent wafts from a nice little grove of sweetbays in a low area that we call “The Bottom”. It drifts over the hill past the giant white oak and settles around us
The fragrance is familiar and recognizable to me.
I was returning home a few days ago around the specified hour when an olfactory jolt stopped me in my tracks. I smiled and then said to the ephemeral manifestation “There you are!”
It never occurred to me that the scent originated from the blooming southern magnolia a few feet away. It WAS the intense magnolia-lemony essence of sweetbay.
Not that there’s anything wrong with a southern magnolia (Magnolia grandiflora). They are considered by many to be the stateliest of trees. The flowers are large and beautiful. Their scent is delectable if you take the time to bury your nose inside and inhale.
I also love my cowcumbers (Magnolia macroplylla). They are startlingly beautiful with 3′ leaves and flowers that measure a foot across. They are like supermodel magnolias and are fragrant in a very fulfilling way.
Sweetbay is a kind of plain Jane magnolia with medium textured leaves and the smallest flowers of the three.
And as long as I’m talking trash, let me add that sweetbays habitually throw a late spring funk . Just after new growth resumes the old leaves turn a pitiful yellow and gradually fall from the tree.
Compared to the others, sweetbays are kind of low brow. After all they are a pioneer species that will volunteer in swampy wasteland while the other two are climax species that require a pristine woodland setting.
Some of our trees have obviously been mown or bush-hogged to the ground during the old days when this was a cattle farm. After the butchering, many came back as multi-trunked trees.
But being pioneers, they did come back. They grew and are now over 60′ tall. I admire their tenacity.
And I am delighted that their blooms are the sweetest of all. I could pick them out of a lineup even if I was wearing a blindfold.