Home never looked as good as it did yesterday at 6:15 p.m. when I pulled into the driveway after a 500 mile drive from Washington, DC. The journey was not as mind-numbing as usual, however, since I traveled from winter into spring. In fact, just before I turned into the neighborhood, I noticed it was 72 degrees on the car thermometer. Incredible!
About half way through North Carolina I began to see Bradford pear trees in bloom. Bred to be sterile (self-incompatible), Pyrus calleryana readily cross-pollinates with other species and is an invasive nuisance in the South that grows wild along fences and under electric lines. Around here, they’ve also been dubbed a Walmart Indicator Species, or in other words, not a tree you want to grow in your garden.
Despite their ills, I wasn’t sorry for the pear’s cheerful flowers yesterday. To me, they appeared to be winter’s white flag of surrender.
When I got off the interstate and headed into Greenville, the landscape became decidedly more interesting. Within a few short miles I saw a host of tulip magnolias in flower, along with a wealth of forsythia and a few cherry trees.
Though my garden is too shady for these spring blooms, I wasn’t disappointed by what I found at home.
Unfortunately, it seems I brought DC’s windy, wet, and cold weather with me to the Upstate. Today’s high was nearly 30 degrees lower than Sunday’s and a daylong drizzle became an evening thunderstorm.
But isn’t that just like Mother Nature?
She’s such a tease.