In my parents' neighborhood, ornamental pear trees line the streets. Perhaps because the weather had been so warm, they all exploded into bloom last week. I had to bring some of the delicate white blossoms inside, but I didn't want to haul out a ladder to snip them. As I pondered what to do on my walk up to my grandfather's house, I heard the horrible roar of a mulcher: right across the street, some guys were trimming a tree.
They let me poach enough branches to fill several large vases. Now the thin white petals are dropping like confetti all over my table!
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