On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
…a replacement for a Bradford pear tree!
Wretched trees, Bradford pears. They stink like dying tuna, they fall apart in snow or wind (the official reason is, I kid you not, “weak crotches”) and the bloody things sucker like the devil if they get into a suckering mood. Landscapers plant them because they grow really fast and look impressive very quickly, and their flowers really are spectacular. Then they self-destruct at about the twenty-year mark. Not a good plant.
You could replace it with many, many nice things. The commenters have some great suggestions. Around here, you can't beat dogwoods.