BY Lisa Lindblad
April 19, 2013
I look for the Bradford Pears to bloom because my street in Manhattan is one of the most beautiful in early spring. An alley of arced branches, graceful in white, make of my street an almost blessed nave. It doesn’t last long and, with a good strong wind or a drenching rain the petals are gone from the branches, to carpet the sidewalks as if after a wedding. Special indeed.