The trees were here when my grandparents bought this land in the 1920's.
These trees were already full grown when my mother was a little girl and they towered over my head when I played in this garden as a child. Time has thinned their numbers, but giants still march in place. Four Magnolia grandiflora of such stature as to lose resemblace of form to their smaller relations still grace a garden carved from a southern forest a hundred plus years past their birth.
My own history with these trees stretches back in time further than I want to admit.
It's a foreign land now that echoes and resonates with more intensity than the new forest that is my home. Time spent will make the new forest resonate more deeply, when the trees fully trust that I am kama'aina.