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Friday, September 11, 2009
The Pear Harvest
There is a very old pear tree outside the kitchen door. Very old. In the last 40 years, Martha and I mostly ignored it except to rake up the fallen pears that the squirrels and birds hadn't eaten.
The pears are small and hard. This year I cleared all the brush and heavy vines from in and around the tree. It has produced a bumper crop for a very old, fairly small tree. The pears are Seckel pears. These trees were first introduced in 1800 and soon became a household staple.
The pears last well into the winter. They are not for eating but for baking. Because they last so well, a family with one of these trees could bake the fruit at a time when few neighbors would have had any fruit at all.
I have put this first harvest, about eight lunch bags full, in the root cellar to ripen. I'll let you know what happens.
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