Did I ever tell you why this blog is called “The Pear Tree?” And its flagship company Pear Tree House Productions?
Do you know why I go by “Mrs. Pear Tree” (or more likely, mrspeartree) on Instagram, Twitter or other social media sites? Why I refer to my husband (his name is actually Kyle, btw) as “Mr. Pear Tree” and our kids as “The Little Pear Trees?”
Have you ever wondered?
No? Well I’ll tell you anyway.
You may have noticed, if you felt motivated enough to snoop through the pages of this site, that our last name is Poirier. And “poirier” is French for, you guessed it, “pear tree.”
How could we NOT exploit such a catchy happenstance?
It’s funny how, since marrying seven years ago, I’ve become quite fond of pear trees. The human ones, of course, but also those of the woody perennial variety.
So I couldn’t resist taking these shots of a cluster of pear trees in Ben Lee Park recently, when they were in bloom. They were so lovely.
In the language of the flowers, the pear tree means comfort. I’m all over that!
Here’s a shot of The Little Pear Trees playing among the Ben Lee Park pear trees:
What does your name mean?