Once upon a time I was so happy about my fruit trees. I took so many pictures of them, even put them up for Wordless Wednesday. They are beautiful to behold really and now that it is summer and they are in full bloom, we’ve been pretty blessed with an abundance of fruit.
Or so we thought.
We were waiting all spring and summer to get pears from our pear tree. Pears are my son Judah’s favorite fruit so we thought we’d hit the mark with this house and it having a pear tree. We’d never seen a pear tree before! I’ve heard of apple trees and cherry trees, but never – ever – a pear tree. I suppose I never thought of why I’d never seen pear trees in people’s yards, just that I was really delighted that I had one.
Then once July hit a few pears fell on the ground and we didn’t think anything of it other than it was a pain for the lawn mower. However, once the drought kicked in no one’s grass was growing so it didn’t matter. We’d pick them up here and there and wait until the pears got ripe. Little did we know that there was something lurking near by that was also waiting for those pears to get ripe.
Lots and lots of BEES.
BEES in capital letters.
I wrote about my feelings on bees before. I do not like bees. I co-exist with bees and I want them to all stay alive because I know that when they are gone that humanity will no longer exist and so on. I’m honestly, truly, 100% against Monsanto’s war against bees…. but I still do not like them. They have stingers and things with stingers and I do not get along. In fact, I run screaming at the top of my lungs when things with stingers come attacking me (aka: come near me).
So when the bees came, I decided going outside was not my cup of tea anymore.
The only good thing about it is that the bees get really drunk off the pear juice and they’re really lazy, actually they can barely fly at all. One actually was flying around like a drunkard in a car and bopped right into my face. I ran of course, but later I mused about how intoxicated the things were that they didn’t even know what they were doing. Which is how my husband is able to pick up the pears without inciting a riot out of them.
This is not a blemish on the pear, neither is the pear rotting. Look closely…. very closely….