bradford pear tree,
the beautiful bane of my existance.
how can you be reminiscent of fluffy cloud goodness
and yet smell like rotting fish ass.
you make me dread spring.
when you make my apartment smell like a stagnant tide pool.
irony, how i hate you.
atleast ur neighbor doesn't own 6 emus and some crazy tropical tree called "la arbusto de muerto" or something. but yea it smells like rotting... rotting baby..ugh... and the wind blows just right so that the emu and the baby mix together to made something not of this earth...
they're actually a type of pear tree that doesn't fruit.
there's one right outside my balcony. it used to touch my balcony, but it was tragically struck be lightning last summer, (the tree is like 3 feet away from the wall my computer is on... it scared the fuck out of me) and that branch fell off.