Our Bradford pears are blooming.
Last year, during the derecho, our three massive Bradford pears split in half. These tree chunks ended up on our truck, totaling it. We had been discussing taking the remaining tree bits out before they fell on something else.
During the last heavy snow, one of them broke. We’ve been trying to arrange with a friend to come help us chop it up, so he can have the wood to heat his house next winter.
I’m glad for our procrastination, because it is blooming one last time, just lying there on the ground.
I feel like there’s a metaphor here.
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