Pear harvest day is one of my favourites. We love our little pear tree, we speculate all during March when the buds start appearing, and pray during April showers when the flowers appear , and hope all through May that the wind won't take them. In June, we watch for the drop. Then it is all plain sailing until September when we can taste the fruits of our labours. Today we picked, Molly helped by swinging on the ladders, running along the branches and getting thoroughly excited as it was her first harvest. She will be even more so when we all go knocking on our neighbours doors to share our bounty.
Last night she had another thrill. Being September 1st,as always. the green woodpecker arrived. He must have been in a traffic jam because he was an hour late on last year. You can almost set your watch by him. He has been doing this for at least ten years. Molly thought it was truly wonderful when Woody, as he has come to be known, started calling and even more wonderful when she could chase him, and he still came back for more. She was so excited that she really didn't want to come in at her usual time. It was a case of 'Please can I stay out for five minutes more?'
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