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.
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.