Ain’t no cure for the Summertime blues…

This year, our weather has been a little unusual.  Due to this, most things that we usually think of as fall activities are happening right at the height (and heat) of the Georgia summer.

These are organic (or neglected, your choice) pears from my parent’s trees in their yard.   Most are on the small side, but

This batch became Pear Butter for gifts.

terribly sweet and plentiful this year.  Too plentiful, if you know what I mean.  They are not the kind of pears that are buttery smooth textured and great for eating fresh.  These are old fashioned, grainy, cooking pears–the best kind for preserving for winter.

I have picked, cleaned, cut, cored, washed, boiled, canned, and put away more pears than I ever desire to see again.

Don’t get me wrong, I will dearly love those pears in cold weather.  They will be delicious.  But, right now, they are just a reminder of working hard, sweating in the heat, and spraining my shoulder.

And all of this happened almost a full month before harvest last year.  Good grief.  Can I at least rest up a bit before the apples come in?  Mmm…

Till next time,