The Bradford pear tree does not enjoy the favored stature that it once had.
There was a time when people planted them everywhere and couldn’t get enough of their lacy white blooms and beautiful oval shape. A neighboring community was just developing its town center back then and planted these trees all over, knowing they would grow quickly and fill out symmetrically. They even had a spring Pear Festival in their honor.
Now they have fallen from that favor and are dismissed, even disgraced, for their smelly aroma and their tendency to split and break apart over time.
Some, however, seem stronger than others. Maybe they are a different variety, or were planted in better soil, or are out of harm’s way when the winds blow through. This tree-lined driveway takes my breath away when viewed with sunlight pouring through its newborn blossoms. (I was a little late in snapping a photo this year.)
Bent but not broken. (The trees look better than the fence.)