It feels kind of lame to be writing about an observation that will have no impact without also explaining the problem to which it pertains. It’s a bit like trying to explain a joke. The best you can hope for is a quizzical expression during the explanation, with a dismissive and joyless ‘Oh yeah, I get it now’ when the story and the punch-line eventually clarify. Continue reading
Woodend has exploded into pear blossom. I’m temporarily charmed.
Lets get one thing out of the way that’s irrelevant to the argument, but I’d feel dishonest if I didn’t mention. I’m no fan of ornamental pears. I feel a bit churlish about it, but there it is. They can be fabulous in autumn, charming in spring, and incredibly forgiving in the summer. But I just can’t love that congested angular branching. It’s brittle, and looks it. Continue reading