The last few summers I've told you about my shock in going out to the fruit trees which were loaded, and finding next to nothing there. This summer we thought we were on top of things. My Dad picked pears twice for me while he was here (as opposed to waiting until the end of August, first of September), and I went out this morning to get one last batch before offering them to friends. We had decided we'd focus on the pears this year and tackle apples last.
Well, turns out, we won't focus on either. I went out this morning to pick, only to find ONE apple left on the tree and about SEVEN pears, all small. Bobby laughed when I showed him, shook his head and said "That's amazing!" Three days ago those trees were LOADED!
So I'm a little thankful to have less work, but it's also a bit of a disappointment. Maybe next year.
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Josh and Jake will come shoot them if you need it:) ha ha
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