The Old Pear Trees
We moved in to the house towards the end of last summer. The garden was luscious, over grown, flowers still in full bloom. The pear trees bowed beneath the weight of a tremendous crop of fruit.
I tasked my nephews to harvest the fruit, they collected two buckets which we left outside the gates with a "help yourself" note.
As the winter set in we googled and asked knowledgeable neighbors "How do we prune them!?" Carefully we got to work, trimming back alot of old foliage. Then came the period of anxiety wondering if we had overhacked.
With summer almost upon us, beautiful blossoms from the four old pear trees were in full force. As the petals fell little fruits began to form. To say we have hundreds is an understatement. So much so that I'm researching Perry making to use up the masses of fruit that we'll soon have.