Years ago (who knows how many?) someone threw a pear core out beside the road and from its seeds a small tree has grown there, attended only by nature and her seasons. I pass that place often and the other day as I passed, the gold of its autumn leaves seemed especially attractive.
I remembered then how much I liked its spring dress in April too and found in my archives a photo I had taken then.
The little tree has had a good year and has quietly brought a little more beauty to the world.
