Bigger Than a Coffee Can

There are two fruit trees in the backyard, at least two that produce edible fruit on a recurring, if erratic, basis. The plum tree yielded absolutely nothing this year. We had too many days of strong winds just when the tree was blooming and again when the few blooms that survived tried to produce very tiny baby plums. The tiny baby plums ended up on the ground and the birds got the two that survived.

The pear tree had a little better luck hanging onto a few pears. What you saw yesterday is pretty much it, though, except for the half-dozen I set aside for the county fair next week. And the one monster pear you see above. It's bigger than the coffee can. Weighs more, too. The birds only picked a little out of the top end.

Pear pie, anyone?

A return to our normally scheduled knitting content tomorrow.