Wednesday, 13 June 2012
Waiting for the pears
Here you see my Dad looking at the beautiful blossom on the pear tree which he grow from a pip many years ago. Every year we have an abundance of pears on it .You could never believe that it would ever bear fruit.It is planted on a south facing wall .Years ago it was a cobbled area but it is surrounded by a concrete path now and has been for over 40 years. Each year when the fruit is small we carve our initals on a pear and as it grow so does the mark. For some reason the one you choose always tastes the best.