Wednesday, August 25, 2010

(Im)Perfect Pear

When we were growing up, we had a mini orchard of fruit trees in our backyard. My brother and I would scramble up these trees to play in, hide in and of course- eat from. Of our fruit tree family, all that is left is a single pear tree. This tree still produces an abundance of the crispiest, tastiest, green pears I have ever had. I eat them, my mom eats them, my mother's neighbors come to eat them, Ezra looks forward to autumn so he can collect his "crunchy pears" to snack on, and on occasion we have even sent some home with family to other states.

They really are good.

The strangest thing about our much loved pear tree- is that at some point, it lost its trunk. Our perfectly producing pear tree is completely hollow.

It hasn't always been this way- it has supported generations of children climbing up & sliding down it...pulling on its limbs and taking its fruit....Our little pear tree completely reminds me of Shel Silverstein's The Giving Tree..."Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy...." (Except that you eat pears.)

And now that it has given so much, and is so much more than a stump, (as it really doesn't have one anymore...) it just keeps on giving.

The picture below, those leaves in the middle- they are on the other side of the tree. (The side you shouldn't be able to see from the picture side of the tree I mean.)

Dare I say our little tree is pear-fect...

My Giving Tree.


  1. Daniel O'BrienThursday, August 26, 2010

    I used to hate that book as a kid, because I thought the boy was mean to the tree. I don't think I really got it until I became a dad. And now the book makes perfect sense to me.

  2. Just catching up after a Very Bad Month. Your blog makes me feel better. The Jamie birthday trumps Scarlet Fever. The blog birthday totally over-rules the back-to-school, driving my ass off all day blues. The boys in the wagon and your 20th reunion make me want to yell at you to STOP TIME and enjoy those Baby Blues before they are taller than you and break your heart with their crazy independence. You are so beautiful, Becca. Thank you for being you.




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