...at least not Bradford pears.

Vi has one growing right along the wall between us and her. Maybe 20, 25 years old, and quite tall.

What I don’t like about it is that the waxy leaves seem designed to clog gutters, and they don’t drop until well into December when gutter cleaning is painful if not impossible Then, once the leaves are down, the little spherical fruits rain down creating more litter. Another sign of badness is the fact that no wild animal will touch the fruit. While Vi’s flowering crab is consumed ravenously by voracious hordes, nobody can stomach a Bradford. if you don’t believe me, read this: “The Curse of The Bradford Pear.”

We attended the monthly meeting of the Democratic Party of Walworth County this evening, in Elkhorn. Sizable crowd of interesting* and very friendly people. Maybe we will be doing a bit of volunteer something or other with them.

*The people in any new crowd usually look unusual until you get to know them.