The freezer is full. There are no more empty jars on the shelves. School has started, and the busy fall schedule returns. It's a little sad to put the garden to bed for the winter, but it's kind of a relief too.
Our last harvest this year came from the little pear tree. What a great surprise! Every branch was loaded, and thanks to Dad's lye soap spray, they were all bug free.
I'm not sure how to save pears - I don't like pear preserves; I don't think you can freeze them, make pies out of them, or can them - But, they're delicious! Sooooo... I've had fresh pears... no... really... lots of fresh pears... every... single... day...
Remind me in January of the fresh pears that had a perfect combination of sweet/tart and crunchy/soft.
Remind me next week to appreciate that I have a few left and that I need to enjoy them.
My sweet Momma loves to come sit on the porch to watch when we go out to harvest. She always gets the first bite of whatever we pick.
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