I love my pear tree, but mostly for sentimental reasons. And because I look at it through eyes of love, I think it's beautiful. But if I were a pear tree expert, I would have to admit it was ugly.
Oh, the blooms are pretty enough. Gorgeous, really.
But this tree has had a hard life.
It started out well enough. A Mother's Day present from my daughter (and the best part was my son-in-law dug the planting hole!). I don't remember the variety, except it was not a Bradford pear. A couple of years later, a storm blew it down.
Miraculously, though, three tree trunks began to come up. Three is a great symbol to me in the garden, because I have three children. And so, I let the three trunks remain. I also learned that pears trees are often grafted, so there is no way for me to know the type of pear tree this is now.
This tree may only hold a temporary position in my garden, as it is weak. But for now, I'll enjoy its pretty blooms, the shade it gives, and its three trunks. At least, until another storm comes along and blows it down, again. Then I'll beg for another one some Mother's day!