The Lopsided Pear Tree

peartree I love the pear tree in my front yard. It reminds me of myself…a little worse for the wear. There are bare spots on the right hand side, while the left hand side is pretty and even has some smaller sucker branches that are blooming right now. I love the pretty white blooms and the squirrel’s nest in the middle branches. In the summer it provides shade from the hot sun streaming through the living room windows.

Hubby used to display a flag and the pear tree hid it (in his opinion). So he had our son come over and cut off a bunch of branches on the right side. I moaned that the tree was ugly, but he was happy. I took the flag down in the winter of the year my hubby went to his forever home and I’ve never put it back up. Perhaps this spring, I will raise it once again. My hubby would smile and it would make my heart happy.

So why do I love my ugly pear tree? It has withstood the test of time, just like me. Despite having flaws it is still beautiful and continues to bloom profusely every spring. The squirrel continues to nest in the branches and chatters at the feral cats who sit and watch the antics. My pear tree provides much entertainment and many smiles…and a plethora of lovely memories.



I Corinthians 13:13 “And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”

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