Pear blossoms are poems in which poire rhymes with pure and love floats into longevity like the fragrance of springtime mixed with the sweet dessert of late summer.
So surely flirtatious is seasonality’s flowering as we wander the orchard honoring varieties and contemplating menus.
[Another] blissful burst from Rosslyn’s orchard abuzz with honeybees and hummingbirds…
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Cheers to the… blossoms and to the pollinators… who ensure that they will bear fruit. (Source: Apple Blossoms)
Cheers to Moonglow and Moonflower, Sunrise and Aurora, Bartlet and Bosc and Nyerere d’Anjou.
Pears like pear blossoms, so similar yet dissimilar. Prim yet voluptuous, delicate yet sensual. Subtler yet spicier than cousin apple…
Pear blossoms now. Gustatory adventures in a few months!
What do you think?