Traffic rolls past, observing the speed limit, but not the pair of trees behind an ordinary white fence.
The walkers on the wide shoulder know better. They have been checking, watching, and waiting. Blossoms came first, in the early warm days of spring. Was the wind right? Were the bees down the road out and working? Suddenly the white vanished, to be replaced by tiny green leaves, growing quick between the seasonal storms. Ahhh. There they are. A few? No, more. This might be a good year. Patience. It’s hot now. Where did the rain go?
Now, branches dip with heavy fruit. A few drop with a soft “thump” in the wind.
Pears are almost ready.