There are several pear trees growing right in front of my new apartments’ windows. During the cold winter nights their branches were hosting the flocks of magpies or crows (I can’t really tell them apart). With the Spring all the birds were gone, found the better trees to build their nests on, I guess. But now the pear trees are all covered with white blossoms, from the lowest branches to the tops. I can see nothing from my window but the sea of tender green and milk white.