It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, . . . it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the [autumn] of hope, it was the [autumn] of despair.
We have twice now had the most magnificent Bradford pears on the block, clothed in greater glory than Solomon in spring, brilliant with more colors than Joseph’s coat in autumn. The first split down the middle a few years back (after being saved for a few years by cabling), the second demised in this year’s freak pre-Halloween snow storm.
Sic transit gloria calleryana.
This is what it should look like.
Next post (perhaps tomorrow) will be more cheerful. Promise.
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