Pear Blossoms in the Spring


I remember Erion Road in the spring. Pear trees lined the road covered in snow-white blossoms leading the way home. When the wind blew, the blossoms dropped like confetti and the air was filled perfume.

So much has changed since this picture was taken. It was a different time. The road is still there but where there was once an orchid there is now a subdivision. My parents, grandparents, and all of my aunts and uncles were still alive. Only a few remain.

I lived a sheltered life, a simple life. A time before the loss of love and loved ones. Before boyfriends and adventures, marriage and children, mental illness and divorce. So many memories both wonderful and sad.

I wish I could travel down this road again and visit my old life just for a day. Savour time with my family, walk through rows of grapes, and follow the creek as it cut through the gully.  Lay in the hayfield and daydream.

My memories allow me to travel back in time to my life on the farm. To days of simple pleasures and the beauty of nature. A tree-lined road in springtime and blossoms. Beautiful, fragrant blossoms.

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