Birds Singing in Winter, Homegrown Pears in Summer
This morning, birds were singing: a rare treat in Toronto in the wintertime. This afternoon, walking the dogs, it was getting colder again. But, my thoughts stayed cheerful: memories milder weather can bring had already been stirred. I was thinking about the garden and its coming back to life, once the snow melts completely and finally…
I planted two miniature pear trees 11 years ago. However, it was only last year that I tasted their fruit for the first time. The crop looked abundant in the late spring. Then, by summer’s end, only three samples were left. This year I’m going to have to beat the squirrels to it, and pick whatever is produced before it ripens. There’s nothing like homegrown fare, if you get the opportunity to enjoy it…
