Twenty-two years ago today we closed on this farm...and each other. Technically it was the 23rd, but I liked the idea of the fall equinox (possibly my favorite day of the year :-), so our anniversaries are a floating holiday, depending on the year.
This has been a horribly long, hot, dry summer so I'm especially celebrating that we got some much needed rain and cooler temperatures today, just in time for the fall equinox. The farm is celebrating, too.
I actually enjoyed walking out to our oldest pear tree this afternoon to gather some fruit to try to make a pear tart. I tried to set up a photoshoot with the freshly baked tart resting under the tree, but the rain pushed us back to the porch. That's an okay trade. I brought the tree to the porch :-).
Twenty-two years ago my mother looked at that pear tree and said it was very old and she didn't think it would last much longer. That old tree outsmarted the spring freeze that took all the rest of the pears and apples here and at the local orchards and it was loaded with pears this year.
This is a very dear little farm. Thank you. For everything.
No comments:
Post a Comment