Pear Dreams and Such


Pear blossoms spark dreams of ripe, crisp pears. These pears have pink stamens, these do not. It’s a blustery morning, the wind blowing flurries of cherry blossoms through the air.




The hostas are poking out of the ground, sending purple spears high above the moss. Evidently edible, the shoots are called hostons. All the more reason to propagate these woodland beauties along the forest paths.



The cherry blossoms are starting to flurry. I’d much rather have drifts of cherry blossoms than drifts of snow.

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