Pear Trees

It's the most suburban of neighborhoods, a place of happy families and dogs and swim team cheeriness. It's tidy and cultivated.

Except every spring when the Bradford pears bloom. Then it's magical. The natural world has taken over and I hardly notice the vans with sports stickers.

The white trees, the way they bend over the road.  Their lacy branches and dark trunks. The ethereal effect of it all.

Spring reminds us of what is invisible the rest of the year.