Choosing a Tree
The tree that I chose is a pear tree, situated just beyond the corner of the deck in a bed of mulch. There's something about it that catches my eye, beyond the provision of fruit. I like the way it stands, stretching and bowing as if tempting you to pick a pear, though not quite ripe yet. I like the way its trunk and bottom branches feel - rough and moss-covered. It gives the impression of age. The tree is surrounded by flowers, little chairs and pots. This isn't a wild tree, but the work of humans on the ground can't affect the way the branches bend in the air. I guess there's two sides to every story. I couldn't really say what makes it good for me other than convenient places to sit, but I have no qualms making spontaneous decisions, especially when there are pears involved.
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