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.
Yesterday I loved them. The house where I drop my kids off for the bus (above) is buried in them, and yesterday it was suspended in a haze of blossom, as if floating in a great, buoyant cloud of flowers. It may have been like that for a day or two, but not much more. Today I’ve gone back there to take a pic, and there’s heaps of green leaf amongst the flowers. The flowers are still conspicuous to the eye, but the camera leans towards leaves.
My initial reaction was to ponder the total ridiculousness of a tree that is at its best for three or four days. But that lead (as it usually does, for me) to the counter-argument: isn’t it better to have three or four days of thrill than no thrill at all? There’s loads of medium sized trees to choose from, but they tend to fall into two categories: those that provide a short but intense blast of pleasure, and those that provide a longer period of mild enjoyment, with longevity peaking at twelve months of mediocrity. Which would you rather? And why not have both?
But back to my head-talk, in the second or two it took to hang a u-turn out the front of the house in pear-float: It’s one thing to be indignant (as I thought I was), and another to be just plain disappointed that the great moment is over. The former might stop me growing it, or even enjoying it. The latter would have me set up camp beneath it – to reserve a space under its light-filled canopy like the Japanese during cherry blossom time, in order to grasp hold of every moment of joy.
But in typical aussie bloke style, I can’t stand to think I’ve been fooled. Is a bit of indignation in order? Is it – and is all blossom – just too brief?