The Right Kind of Magnolia

Three whole years ago, over my first winter in Swanvale Halt, the snow brought down the lovely magnolia tree planted by my predecessor-but-three. The stump has remained and the corner of the front garden where the tree stood has become progressively more disgusting. Today I finally got around to buying a new infant magnolia and planted it out.

It's there, in the middle, with the tag around it. I hope my nan's concrete tortoise will do a better job looking after it than he did of some other recent additions to the garden. Trouble is, he moves even slower than the slugs.