It’s a dream of mine to have a fruit tree that –actually produces lots of beautiful, clean, yummy fruit. You know the kind. Bushes of peaches. Bowls of pears. Buckets of cherries.
So far this year, the peach blossoms froze, the apples flung themselves to the ground for some unknown reason, and the pears… well, there were six pears that are still hard as a plate of funny looking green rocks. Honestly, they kind of scare me.
Now, Lyndi and Nate on the other hand have more grown up trees that seem to have their feet under them, so to speak. At any rate they apparently know what they’re doing more than my trees do. Peaches earlier in the summer and now–look at these plumbs!! They were so juicy and perfect that I had to just stare at them for awhile. A very short while, mind you. Four days to be exact. Yeah, I pretty much ate them all.
My dad would say, “Those plumbs were no good. They didn’t keep!”
Get it?! They didn’t KEEP?! HA!
I guess we’ll be needing a plumb tree.
