George PP Bush

Posted on February 9, 2005 in Neighborhood

After five and a half years of arboreal terrorism, the homeowner’s gardening guard finally trimmed the purple plum tree in front of our condo. I’ve had my differences with this bush, mostly stemming from its encroachment into the airspace over the sidewalk and its use of tiny magenta bombs to chemically disfigure the surface of that same landscape. One might think of the corner as a Little Iraq. I didn’t gloat when I came home a few days ago to see the tree cut back, but I have to admit to enjoying the easy passage from garage to house. No longer shall that monster knock off my hat or crack my skull.

To tell the truth, I have reason to pity it: It’s a late bloomer. All the other plum trees on the street have thrown on their pink lace. Our tree follows the example of the Groundhog. Apparently it has seen its shadow and does not intend to blossom until six weeks from now. Which is its usual habit.