The Stand Off

In late summer we had a pear tree that would bear the most heavenly fruit. Each each time I came around the corner with my mower I'd pick another pear.

Unfortunately I was the only one that appreciated them. Despite my efforts I could never eat them fast enough and they eventually collected on the lawn and attracted bees.

My wife threatened to chop the tree down. I said I'd do the same for her precious little hollyhocks. So I got my summer buffet and she got some floppy flower that did not qualify as a tree or a bush or anything remotely redeeming.