After the Girl and I woke up from our naps yesterday we played with Lucy the Puggle Dog in the backyard. At one point she wandered off and when she returned, she had her mouth wrapped around a giant pear. It took us a minute to realize where she had found it.
“The pear tree! The pears must be ripe.” I said to The Girl.
We hurried inside and grabbed a few bowls and then headed back out to the tree.
Last year we harvested 7 or 8 pears and thought that was kind of a big deal, so this years harvest seemed like a bumper crop to us. Especially since we planted our Anjou pear tree just 5 years ago.
We ended up harvesting just over 46 pounds of pears.
I couldn’t think of a nicer “welcome home” gift.
It’s good to be back. 🙂