It’s time for another seasonal change in the neighborhood that I call home. In February, I yakked all about the snow covered trees. One month later, those same trees were a beautiful explosion of white pear blossoms. I yakked all about it HERE.
Now, our street might be stunning during pear blossom season, but, it's actually during this season that I love our street the most. And it's all because of the pink polka dots which begin to pop up under the green canopy row.
Can you see them?
Our carefully planned neighborhood has only three streets, and they're all named to go with with a Georgian theme. We have streets name after the dogwood and the magnolia and the peach tree.(well, of course!)
I think the names are perfectly lovely... .except for the fact that there are very few dogwoods, even fewer magnolias, and every street is lined, not with peach trees but with Bradford pears.
So really, shouldn't my street be called Pear Tree Lane instead? Yes, it should.
During this summer season, I might also suggest Crepe Mrytle Way. I say this because of the fuchsia crepe myrtles which also line our street. I guess crepe myrtles weren't Georgian enough for the developer either. (Or maybe he had a creepy old Aunt Mrytle like I did who kind of ruined the name for him, too.)
At any rate, it is the crepe myrtle which defnes our streets during these hot summer months and adds a splash of fuchsia to my daily walk. I've said before that pink is my favorite color. However, it's not any old pink. I'm not really a pastel kind of girl. I'm fuchsia. I love it and wanted to share just a few pink sights from my walk with you.
I didn't notice that creepy little spider when I shot this this morning.
A few mrytles are a lighter shade