But the Bradford pear trees all over the city have been doing their best to compensate. Although they don't have a wonderful fragrance like the magnolias, they are intoxicating in their own way. I went for a walk in the South End last week and found the fluffy white blossoms everywhere:
Straight, airy trees border a playground:
Rutland Square's trees form a gorgeous arch at the corner of Tremont Street:
Imagine what it must be like to live in a second-floor apartment on the street below — a glorious white, tree-sized bouquet is probably all you'd see from your windows these days. It's as if the neighborhood's guerilla knitters decided to cover whole blocks of trees in macramé lace instead:
The arching trees on Harcourt Street are a delight to walk beneath. You can't help feeling uplifted, even if you're just heading to the market for groceries:
I hope you'll find the time to take a stroll before it's too late to enjoy this brief, magical moment of spring in Boston.