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.
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.
*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.