July 25, 2008
Pears
I can always find the end of summer near my pear trees, there on the ground where there are tens of fallen pears. Most of them are discarded by a raccoon that has eaten there the night before, some are there because the wind blew them off the tree and some are there just because I neglected to pick them and they finally let go. Yesterday evening I called an “all hands on deck” event and my twins and I gathered all of the fallen pears and layered the chicken coops with these sweet treats topped with bug sprinkles. Yum. After we feed the girls, I collected half a basket (my sister gave the cute basket to me) for us. I could have filled up three baskets, but this seemed to be enough for us for now. I suppose the raccoons are thanking me for leaving so many behind and while they enjoy their midnight feast, I know it is my chickens they really want. Matthew and Andrew cleaned up one of my gardens; they pulled up old squash vines and spent snap beans and neatly trimmed the stalks of the okra. I need to find leaves to layer and decompose now in anticipation of my fall garden; it is somewhat of a lasagna garden. Anyway, I am happy about all of that; picking fresh, organic pears for my family and cleaning out an old garden that has been good to us this summer and is still supplying us with okra and exercise. I am not sure yet what I will plant in this patch this fall. It has to be hardy because of its closeness to the woods and the big bug population and the nocturnal creature feast.
Till next time,
p.s.
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