It's the holiday season, with parties aplenty and shopping to do and hot toddies to sip — busy, busy, busy! — but we are in a relatively relaxed phase of the gardening cycle.
Oh, I know some of you are hauling in the autumn produce and almost ready to start seedlings for spring.
And I do have a few winter crops in the ground. For the moment, they are care-free, thank goodness.
Around here, we are just grateful to be free of the tyranny of pears and tomatoes. They gushed in all summer. If you think zucchini jokes are funny, I'll have to work on some pear jokes.
"Hey. Want a pear? Want a whole bagful? Ha ha!"
No. Not funny. Though it was loads of fun to have a gang over for vittles and tipples, while they stripped the tree in late August. Must plan for that next summer.
The tomatoes I could deal with on my own. Lots of frozen tomato sauce in the freezer.
But the pears daunted me, taunted me.
And then, finally, silence. Calm. Beauty.
Being a first-time pear tree owner, I didn't know it would have deciduous leaves. A week or so ago, the leaves started turning a most amazing, well, peachy color. And then they started to drop off, little by little.
The tree is still mostly foliaged (I made up that word), but all around its trunk there is a gorgeous pile of salmon, tangerine, peach, loquat-colored leaves.
I thought I ought to run out there in the rain today to get a picture of what's still left on the branches, before they all take a nose dive.
I looked closely at the photo, and up in those two twigs at the top... You can see new buds forming.
Where's that damn partridge?