Last week sometime, Don and his beautiful wife were driving up our road during one of our walks. In Maine, it’s not customary for someone you know to drive by and wave. What the custom is, is to stop and talk for a while. Every time Don drives by, it’s known that he’ll stop to chat – Laura and I look forward to this. Don tells us stories about the area and actually, the last time we spoke, he told us all about his snowmobiling excursions to Quebec with the same wife I just mentioned above. Don’s got years of stories from living here his whole life and Laura and I are only too happy to listen to them. Between you and me – there truly aren’t enough interesting stories between neighbors anymore and if one has the opportunity to stop and listen for a while, one might fill an ear with something that initiates a future adventure. An adventure such as visiting the back woods of Quebec. If one can only brush up on one’s French.
Well, during that conversation with Don last week, he invited us up to his house to pick pears from his rather large pear tree. Since we were on our way up the road anyway and since I had just finished calculating the cost per pound of pears in my mind, we agreed to take him up on his offer. To make a fairly long story short, Laura and I picked what I thought was a whole bunch of pears that day. So many, in fact, my arm was aching by the time we got home from the one mile walk it is between Don’s place and ours. Pears weigh more than you think.
Yesterday, I talked Laura into heading back up to Don’s for more pears. He said we could go back and through the grapevine, I learned that Don brought Sam’s family a bag of pears that had fallen to the ground during last weekend’s wind storm. After hearing that, it became apparent to me that Don cares about his pears and he doesn’t want them to go to waste. I’ve heard earlier stories of people in the area going to Don’s to pick pears, so it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for Laura and me to return to his place to do just that. But to be clear, we weren’t sure if Don was going to be there or not. We were winging it.
This post has a few sections. First, I’ll cover our walk up the road, which, of course, will include pictures of the animals. There are a few random shots thrown in for good measure as well. Even one of me. And second, I’ll cover the pear picking adventure.
I can’t write a blog post about going up the road without pictures of two things; first the ducks and second the cows. Above is one of the ducks. But not any ducks. If you look closely, you’ll notice that Laura did a tremendous job of getting all the ducks together in the pond. Not an easy feat. I can attest to that.
Now, here are two wonderful pictures of Brownie and Daisy. Such quintessential Maine I can’t stand it.
To keep myself occupied while Laura was trying to get just the right shots of the cows, I decided to lean against the largest tree in the county. Yes, that’s right – Sam’s family entered a gigantic oak tree that resides on their land to a contest held by a local newspaper or something and were awarded the prize of owning the largest tree in the county. I don’t know how many other people entered this contest, but I am pretty sure the tree is huge. And to display that fact, I asked Laura to take a picture of me while I give a duck face. If people can do this for their profile pictures on Facebook, I figured I should be able to do it on my blog.
There was actually another picture of me making the same face, but holding up my arm as if I were taking a selfie, but I decided to skip showing that picture because I wouldn’t want it to influence or encourage someone to take a selfie during a dangerous situation (or at all). A situation such as something like when a woman plunged to her death while taking a picture of herself. You think I’m kidding? The story is here. I’m trying to be humorous – I don’t think it’s working but really, we did have multiple stupid pictures of me leaning against the tree.
Further up the road, I noticed a really cool truck on Sam’s property with an equally cool truck emblem. The truck was made by GMC and has a nice big ram planted at the front edge of the hood. Check out these pics:
Pretty neat, right?
In a parking area on Sam’s property, we noticed a few pallets of freshly dried wood that they personally milled. They’ve got a really cool mill and cut up all sorts of wood. This wood, in fact, may by the insides of the wood that Sam delivered to me the other day. I’m not sure who is going to come pick this stuff up, but I thought it might be interesting for someone to see what milled wood looks like as it sits out in the wild.
I’d say it’s about time to talk about our pear picking. As I suspected, Don wasn’t home. I don’t think his wife was either because the entire time Laura and I were on his property, we didn’t hear their dog bark. I think it would have barked if it was there. They usually bring it with them when they go out.
When we first arrived, we noticed a whole bunch of pears on the ground. I guess Don didn’t get to all of them. Either that, or they naturally fell from the tree more recently. There were many good ones, so I scooped up what I could and put them into our bags.
If you’re curious what the actual pear tree looks like, here’s a pic of that:
Yes, I’m the one who lugged that big 15 foot ladder from Don’s garage to the tree the last time we were there. Good thing it was still out because I was able to grab two large pears way up top that the other folks had missed. These were the prize pears of the day for us.
And I was also able to pick some “his” and “hers” pears as well. Oh too cute.
Do you want to see what I look like up on the ladder? Oh sure you do. Here are two pictures of that.
While I was up on the ladder, I noticed a ladybug, so I decided to hop down, ask for the camera and return for a nice shot of it.
These next few pictures are some general ones of our pear picking adventure. They are very nice shots and I wouldn’t want you to miss seeing them.
Okay, so I bet you’re interested in our final tally of pears between the two visits to Don’s. When we got home from the most recent visit, I dumped all the pears into a box and this is what we have. It weighs a lot. I don’t know how much, but my arms were absolutely killing me from walking home carrying the two bags. They were heavy.
Now, I’d say that was worth it!
UPDATE: I just weighed the pears and they weigh 35 POUNDS!!! Can you believe it? That’s awesome!