Wowza. Abundance on Labor Day. Last year the two (semi-dwarf) Bartlett pear trees I have produced seven pears between the both of them. Having planted them as saplings quite a few years ago I really haven't expected much out of them since then. This year? 114 pears. How do trees go from seven pears to one hundred and fourteen pears? The cherry tree planted at the same time produces nothing and if it does the birds get them.
There is, however, an ancient Italian plum tree in between the two of these and this year it put some sweat pants on and just gave up on life. I was really sad to see it go. It stands there like a grey ghost. It was here before the likes of me and my brood and it seemed especially poignant that it's last year to produce was crazy ridiculous. So much so that I had Italian plums coming out of my ears. Why does nature do this? It must be true that the universe abhors a vacuum.
Everything has its time, I suppose.
And this week it's time to share some pears with the world. :)