Above, Callery Pear on Atlantic Avenue.
Apricot in the bright park of Long Island College Hospital. It actually makes apricots in the early summer. For these delicate, fragile blooms, I (almost) forgive the LICH-sponsored Saturday leaf blowers whose noise pollution tears through the weekend late morning bowl of coffee. Don't nobody rake no more???
Aching white and apple green. The quince on the corner of Henry and Atlantic. I vow to plant some quinces on terraces this year. But my passion for them (my dad hates it when people say they have passions...good thing he doesn't know where the On button is) might be a solitary one.
From the luscious petals in the pictures you'd think this is a great big, fat tree.
It's not. Shame.