I’m up to my elbows in pears.
Pear baby food, pear sauce…
Pear preserves… wait, I’m starting to sound like that guy on Forrest Gump.
More to come on the making of all that and also how I came to have allllllll these pears in the first place.
(Hint: This guy had something to do with it)
But first let me get these pears under control. This could take awhile.
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For us, blackberries are everywhere. The last blackberry cobbler is still lingering. I believe it doesn’t hold the desire like the first 5 cobblers did.
I love pears!!!! They are my favorite fruit to eat fresh.
I adore pears! I like to serve them for breakfast in egg cups!
Blessings!
Lacy
How cool! I’m much rather have too many pears than the yards of dog poop and weeds I have growing in MY backyard. lol
Beautiful pear pictures!
Send them to Kansas! I love pears.
Not only do you have pears, you have a great camera with which to photograph them.
Thanks, Ann. These photos are completely untouched. I didn’t have time this morning, so I just uploaded them straight from the camera. I’m not crazy about editing programs in the first place (probably because I don’t understand them) but I’m having to do a LOT less editing with this camera. I lurve it.
~Jenn
Those pears are beautiful. I can’t wait to see what they turn into.
Ours are still weeks away…
Can’t wait to see the harvesting of peanuts and and the other crops!
Loved this entry, Jenn. The color of the pears is a feast for the eyes. I’ve had many, many different fruit trees over the years, but never pears. Hummm….pear butter sounds yummy to me.
Enjoy your bounty.
Those look so wonderful. And wow – your making your own baby food. Good for you! Your a pear making, cloth diapering, picture takin’ country momma!
Wish I had some of your pears. I made peach preserves, but I like pear too.
I wanted some blackberries, but missed out on them.
Beautiful pictures! My kids have been bugging me for pears for a month or more now. Glad to see that they are back in season. Pear juice, Pear sauce, Pear syrup, glazed pears, oh, sorry, I forget we quit doing that.
I wish all of you could come get some pears – we still have one tree we haven’t even picked! I’ve been giving them away to everyone who has come to the house today!!
~Jenn
The house we had when we lived in Delaware was on a small (3¼ acre) farm, and right behind the house was a miniature pear tree. No, the tree wasn’t miniature in the least: it was over 30 feet tall; it was the pears that were small.
No one wanted to eat these pears, and they were all too high off the ground to reach them anyway.
When they were ripe, about a dozen would fall off the tree — the first day. I’d pick them up and wing them into the back field.
The second day, there’d be a hundred on the ground. A hundred pitches later, and they’d be out of the lawn.
On the third day, there’d be 4,214 pears on the ground. If you walked under the tree, you might get nailed, right on top of the head, by falling fruit.
I swear, that infernal tree must have produced a million pears a year! You couldn’t walk through the yard without stepping on — and squashing — miniature pears. Lawning the mow was an exercise in jelly-making. It stank, and attrached bees.
I hated that tree, and if I had owned the property, it would have been on the ground!
Just reading your blog exhausts me! I guess I don’t have what it takes to be a farm wife.
Thanks for the pears Jenny Beck. Will you please make me some pear preserves though – you do it better than me!!!
Love you,
Mom