- Apr. 17th, 2010 at 10:59 PM
My dear husband and I were out in the yard the othernight discussing the plans for our new deck/backyard remodel when the conversation drifted towards our Bradford Pear tree we have in the back of the house. Standing tall at well over 15 feet this gorgeous testament of wills is like our mascot. In the summer she provides ample shade and in the fall says goodnight for the winter with one fiery heart shaped leaf long before the others turn and fall. This is my profile picture.
This tree was a baby when we bought this house, much like we were in our early twenties. In our second year here it took a beating, also much like we did. There was a horrendous storm in late spring with winds so strong it blew this tree down. The trunk just snapped at the base, almost level with the ground. We sighed, and picked up the debris, for we are the type that when life starts handing out lemons we ask “where’s my vodka on the rocks?”. Then as if it were destined to prevail this stump started up anew. Now almost a decade later this tree stands just as tall (if not taller) and hearty as the day she blew down.
So what do we learn from this? Nature is a wicked force, but given a loving environment and a little nurturing anything is possible. Our Bradford Pear is like a symbol of our lives together and we cherish every season it blooms.