There is something really, really good that comes from
a cold, cold winter
down in the deep, deep south.
(And it has nothing to do with
sending all the Yankees
back home, so don't get your hopes up.)
So, what is it, then?
It is...
It is...
Amazing Growth!
Thus, without thought or deliberation,
here on Le Farm,
this has to be dubbed,
none other than;
"The Year of the
Amazing, Humongous, Monstrous, Incredible Pear."
(All I can say is, these suckers are énorme.)
All three trees were loaded with juicy, amazing pears this year.
I was under the impression that they politely took turns,
and produced a bounty every third year.
Farming is the science of statistics...
events really are predictable.
For instance, "Clear moon frost soon", or
"Cloud like towers, frequent showers." Ever hear this?
"The taller the sunflower, the deeper the snow."
These stats matter according to folklore, The Farmer's Almanac and everybody's great grandpa.
I chalk it up to Mother Nature...
She does as she pleases.
Always has, always will.
She is the master statistician.
(I keep relearning this lesson over and over and over...
a statistical pattern in itself.)
So far, I have been painfully hit square in the mouth and the left eye by these blonde bombers falling from the tree, but the pain is worth the pleasure when a scrumptious pear tart, sweeter than any fall apple pie, comes steaming out of the oven.
{Can't you just smell it???}
It just goes to show that life on the farm is full of surprises.
And sometimes, they are fabulous!
All three trees were loaded with juicy, amazing pears this year.
I was under the impression that they politely took turns,
and produced a bounty every third year.
Farming is the science of statistics...
events really are predictable.
For instance, "Clear moon frost soon", or
"Cloud like towers, frequent showers." Ever hear this?
"The taller the sunflower, the deeper the snow."
These stats matter according to folklore, The Farmer's Almanac and everybody's great grandpa.
I chalk it up to Mother Nature...
She does as she pleases.
Always has, always will.
She is the master statistician.
(I keep relearning this lesson over and over and over...
a statistical pattern in itself.)
So far, I have been painfully hit square in the mouth and the left eye by these blonde bombers falling from the tree, but the pain is worth the pleasure when a scrumptious pear tart, sweeter than any fall apple pie, comes steaming out of the oven.
{Can't you just smell it???}
It just goes to show that life on the farm is full of surprises.
And sometimes, they are fabulous!
(Now, if she could just do something about my pecan trees that are on strike...)
