Windy day.

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A brisk wind was blowing when I finnished my early morning job, feeding the ducks and chickens and turned to go indoors.
I try to live in the moment and as my eyes swept over the garden the pear tree hit my eye, it was shouting help me.
A young tree and laden with pears, it was bowed and swaying wildy in the wind. I had checked it frequently lately, only yesterday the pears were still firmly attached and I had had thought not ready yet and resisted picking. As I reached for a pear it fell off in my hand, the rest came off easily, using my skirt as a basket I carried them indoors. It taught me there is value in living in the moment, even with plants, not one windall..

22 Aug, 2007
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Joey

I love pears and I know my mum has an elderly tree in her garden. It hasnt produced for a long time I wonder if she has had any luck this year.... what are you going to do with them? Do you have any plans for poaching or preserving or just ol' fashioned eating?

23 Aug, 2007

Tussiemussie

hI Joey, some in red wine and some to eat.

28 Aug, 2007

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