The Magnolia Journal Summer 2022

follow along on instagram: @JOANNAGAINES flourish THE BEAT OF SUMMER IS A FAMILIAR CALL—steady and sure, it leads us up and out our doors, toward an endless abundance. Sunlight overflowing as the days stretch longer. Water that lies in wait dances with every splash we make. Fruits at their peak, juicy and bursting at the seams—reminders that the sweetest things in life cost nothing but one willing “yes” after another. All around us, life is flourishing. For you, it may seem only natural to get in on the fun. But for me, it often looks like a slow yes. I can take life so seriously sometimes that I forget to enjoy the moments staring back at me. To let something stir my spirit or stop me in my tracks. To look around and…

What’s Blooming at Magnolia From larger-than-life flowers inside Magnolia Market in Waco to shows and workshops that encourage new growth and possibility, we’re watching this issue’s theme of “flourish” unfold across every part of Magnolia. shop at the market + online Spotlight: Garden Florals The idea of flourishing—always blooming, always rising—inspired us to cover Magnolia in growing florals. You’ll see them inside Magnolia Market, in our emails, on our website, and throughout the pages of this magazine. What’s New in the Market Our summer collection is filled with travel essentials for your next adventure, tabletop pieces for a garden party, and outdoor furniture that lets your wanderlust reign, right at home. For His Next Adventure: The Father’s Day Collection From grilling essentials to camping gear, we’re pulling together Chip-approved products to help Dad embark on something new. Shop online…

○ Take a road trip○ Go treasure hunting at a flea market○ Spend a whole day barefoot○ Celebrate Christmas in July○ Turn a pair of jeans into cutoffs○ Rock on a porch swing○ Go to a drive-in movie○ Set up a backyard movie night○ Enjoy an outdoor concert○ Play a lawn game like bocce ball or cornhole○ Spend a whole day outside○ Watch a lightning show○ Visit a botanical garden○ Plant an herb garden○ Forage flowers and make a bouquet for a friend○ Dance under the stars○ Send a postcard to someone○ Find a county fair to explore○ Drive with the windows down and radio turned up○ Day-trip somewhere new○ Be a tourist in your own town○ Run through a sprinkler○ Spend a lazy afternoon on the lake○ Puddle-jump after…

FOR SUMMER ADVENTURES: Amusement park Road trip Brunch Beach Baseball game Backyard BBQ Summer concert Putt-putt Lake Spa FOR YOUR EVERYDAY ROUTINE: Work Gym Park Pool Shopping Errands STORY BY CATHERINE CASTOR; MARKET EDITING BY BETH SHAPOURI & ELIZABETH ULRICH; PHOTOGRAPHY BY CHRISTIN ROSE; STYLING BY BRIENNE NEUMANN…

Somewhere,in some corner of the world,sits a seed.Maybe it’s tucked in the pocketof last season’s chore coator disregarded in the bottom ofan otherwise empty hardwarestore packetor dropped and left alone onthe floor of a garden shed.Wherever it is,it sits there containing withinit almost all of the necessarypieces to grow,to burst out of the ground intothe beautiful plant it was madeto be. And somewhere,in some corner of the world,sits you.Maybe you’re on a park benchgetting ready to make your nextmove or at your kitchen tableafter a hard conversationor in front of your computerwith minutes and hours and daysof work left to do.Wherever you are,you sit there containing withinyou almost all the necessarypieces to grow,to burst forth intothe beautiful person you were madeto be. But it will need nurture. You will need nurture. To be planted…

MY mother had this incredible singing voice. And when she would sing—out in those cold nights on the Baltimore streets where we lived when I was small—the music would wrap around us like an invisible, protective force field. Sometimes I’d wake up alone in the damp grass of the park hours later to find that Mom had gone in search of a bottle tucked into a brown paper bag. But when she sang to me or we sang “Greased Lightning” together, it was all gonna be OK. Music was my first form of comfort, a safe place in an otherwise scary reality. But it was my imagination that made music out of my life. As a child on the streets, I could so vividly envision a warm blanket that a real,…