The Old Pear Tree

The old pear tree was always loaded with fruit every September, but they were very hard and not good eating pears. They made good pear sauce and drew lot's of hornets and wasps. The best part of that tree was the shade it provided in just the right spot, between the house and the cabin. There was always some chairs under it and most of the time there would be at least one person getting some shade.

Whenever I think of the pear tree, I picture Grandpop Miles under it. He spent a lot of time there waiting for the mailman or just reading the paper and things like that. He had a rocking chair and he would hang his cane on the back of it. He liked to grab you by the neck with that cane if you didn't watch as you were walking by. That pear tree finally blew over in a storm and it was very sad to see the old friend go.