The little Asian pear tree is blossoming white and velvety, very quietly, delicately, without attracting much notice except from bees and little birds.
We had a quiet day. When the keeper came home in late afternoon, she let us out and we sunned ourselves on the deck with her as she admired the pear tree. But Alice would have none of it; she was itching for more excitement, and snuck away into other yards. She was gone for an hour. We looked for her and the keeper called her name over and over. Suddenly she came bolting back like a bullet over the fence. We think she was tracking down the white intruder cat. She was out of breath, threw herself on the floor panting. What did she get herself into? She is so grounded.
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