Pairs – discover Prompts – day 9

Pears. Isn’t that a trademark? A particular kind of soap? Or a delectable fruit which rhymes with stairs, apples and pears, cockney rhyming slang for stairs.

I’m growing a pear tree in a pot in the garden. I’ll make a short film and put it here for you.

Last year we grew one solitary pear on that tree, organically, of course. Still it tasted all the better for its rarity.

My mother used to sing me that song. Wierd. Nonsensical. It goes like this:

I had a little nut tree

Nothing would it bear

But a silver apple

And a golden pear

The king of Spain’s daughter

Came to visit me

And all for the sake of

My little nut tree

I skipped over water

I danced over sea

And all the birds in the air couldn’t catch me

I suppose it is a song about possession, and about the importance of trees.

People who walk in pairs must have realised that love is not possession. And what a long and difficult lesson that can be.