Severance of dead
limbs, through storm’s rage or strife’s blade,
forces healthy growth.
.
{His silence sliced her to the
quick. She bled… and then she bloomed.}
Severance of dead
limbs, through storm’s rage or strife’s blade,
forces healthy growth.
.
{His silence sliced her to the
quick. She bled… and then she bloomed.}
Nice one gorgeous Feve
Thank you. 🙂
Touches me ❤️ I so feel this one
<3
I like it. But it does evoke some dark thoughts.
Sometimes beauty is pain.
Interesting idea here, Feve.
Thank you. 🙂
Beautiful and moving.
Thank you.
Only a smiling visitor here to share the love (:, btw outstanding style and design .
Thanks.
Bradford Pears?
I’m not certain; it doesn’t have the branch growth pattern that most bradfords do, but the leafing and bud shape say otherwise. I suspect it might be a hybrid.
We bought this house in 2014, and have mostly had to figure out the existing landscaping from research, trial, and error. The fruit trees – two dwarf apples, an Asian plum, a cherry, and this pear – seem to serve a single purpose: dinner for the deer. (I wouldn’t mind so much if that’s all they munched on, except they ate all the blooms off my newly-planted rose bushes last summer too — pesky, greedy little hoofers!!)