When we first moved into our house here in Beaumont some thirty years ago, our yard was full of blooms–from jonquils and snowdrops to camellias and azaleas and wisteria and crepe myrtles. One lone Japanese Magnolia was in the front–and occasionally would produce a blossom, sometimes none. The yard guy dug around it, we pruned it, we pulled the climbing vines away from it. This year, despite our odd winter weather with several freezes we have had four blooms. Not quite the same as others all around town with huge trees covered with pink blooms, but for us, this represents a small victory.