Eleven months out of the year, our crab apple is the most unremarkable tree on the block. But in May — sweet, beautiful May — our crab apple is the belle of the block.

Petite pink buds sprout from the branches, then explode into crisp, white blooms. During the day, bees, drunk with nectar, fly in clumsy circles from blossom to blossom. At night, the rich perfume from the blossoms fills our bedroom.

I had to take a photo to remind me of the tree’s beauty. By the end of May, the blossoms will fall and form brown, sticky mats in the lawn, greedy little suckers will grow from the base of the trunk, and the boyfriend will curse as he mows over the shallow roots.

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