Many years ago, before our son was born, my wife and I planted two little pear trees in front of our house in Connecticut. They’ve since grown large and quite bushy on top. In fact, we’ve had to cut them back a couple times to keep them from taking over our front yard.
They’ve never born fruit, but they’ve always put on a big show in spring. During the third week of April, hundreds of beautiful little white flowers bloom on the trees.
These blossoms last for barely two weeks and then blow away in the next April rain. The petals dust our driveway, and then they’re gone.
This year, the big event started a week early. (Global warming?)
I know our Lester trees are hardly unique. Spring is playing out everywhere right now. But as I look out our windows every morning, I see a stunning display of nature’s enduring power, and this luminance feeds me.
And so does snapping a few photos of this annual event in front of our little house.