Pears in Abundance and Misunderstood Song Lyrics

Nobody has any idea what kind of pear tree this is, only that it produces edible pears. FINALLY. Because that actually took a few years.

Jack and the pear tree

I tell ya, my adorable dachshund just oozes speckly, freckly cuteness.

I remember taking a bite out of one last year and not being particularly impressed. It was gritty and grainy and I have some serious textural issues with my food. For obvious reasons, I was in no hurry to have another go at enjoying a pear.  It turns out I got a bit grabby too early in the season and sampled a pear before it was ready. I won’t be doing that again this year. Behave,  I must!

The pear tree produces an extraordinary amount of fruit, though. Much of it had to be given away last year to some very grateful neighbors and coworkers. I suspect this season will be the same, except I have no coworkers to share them with.

See what you miss out on when you don’t get enough state funding to keep my job afloat? You also don’t get any pears.


photo taken on May 4th


photo taken June 12th

backyard pears

backyard pears

backyard pears

*Item of special note: after looking up the lyrics to The Twelve Days of Christmas (because, let’s face it, you can’t mention a pear tree without an appropriate mention of the partridge), I learned that the words are actually “four colly birds”, not “four calling birds”, as I have always believed. Snopes totally confirms this.

While I’m positive I am not the only person in the world to have misheard those lyrics (or have been wrongly taught), my favorite misunderstood lyrics come from a classic R.E.M. song called Cuyohoga from  the 1986 album, “Life’s Rich Pageant”.

This land is the land of ours, this river runs red over it.
We knee-skinned it you and me, we knee-skinned that river red.

We knee-skinned? *snort* Oh, c’mon…I giggle every time.


About Dena

I'm a suburban Clevelander by way of Oklahoma City, by way of North Florida, by way of Southern Maryland, by way of Upper Michigan, by way of Northern Italy, by way of Lower Michigan, by way of Texas. Because of living in so many places, I have something in common with almost everyone I meet. I love reading, writing, and American history (especially reading or writing about American history). I'm interested in culture of place, historical trauma, and writing about the kinds of histories most people don't know about.
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4 Responses to Pears in Abundance and Misunderstood Song Lyrics

  1. is there some sort of fungus or blight on those pears? just curious about the warty stuff

    • Dena says:

      You know, I’m not sure. But they look like they did last year and we ate them. We’re all still alive! Living dangerously, I tell ya…

  2. Dena – We have this same pear in our yard and we never eat them, either. They must be cooking pears.

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