My father in law is ill, poor pére. He is in a nursing home at present, but I think he would prefer to be at home. Can’t say too much here as these things are private.
Today I planted a pair of Pear trees. I bought them as a valentines gift for Louise. Actually I think they say a lot about us as a pair. We are less about the ephemeral things and more about solid foundations. A bunch of flowers is pretty for a while but soon dead and gone. Two pear trees though, they live on. They are bare sticks today but will yield beautiful flowers every spring and fine fruit every autumn. And they endure, like our love.
And so to Pare. I pared back a chestnut tree today. Pretty radical paring job really. More a demolition than a pruning. It will make some nice fires next year when it is well seasoned.
So to a poem, well, it has to be about a pear and a nursing home, and it has to be about a ship too for my site. Very tricky: