Maybe it's because they're young and a bit timid. Maybe it's because they were watching the apricot tree foolishly bloom early in March, only to be bitten hard.
Whatever the reason, my little pear trees held onto their buds, and finally decided to put on their frilly and beautiful show this week. There are several in my yard, so I'm loving the performance.
I wish the apricot tree would take a lesson from them. But it's always determined to be the first … splashing onto the scene, demanding the spotlight. Maybe I'm too harsh in my assessment of the apricot. After all, it's always a thrill to see the first little blossoms of spring.
I certainly wouldn't want them all to behave like the crape myrtles, waiting until the last possible moment to show even the tiniest hint of life. I won't even look for a leaf until mid-May. Okay, I'll look sooner, and I'll try not to get stressed out.
People are like blossoms, showing up when they're needed, spreading joy at just the right time. It seems to me the pear trees are masters. I'd sure like to mimic them in the orchard of life.
Sandy keeps an online journal at her website www.field-days.com. E-mail her at firstname.lastname@example.org.