We picked six bushels of apples and pears yesterday. Six. I have just a tad od processing to do. We gave one bushel to my good friend with three thriving - read HUNGRY - preteen boys, and the rest I'll end up canning. Picking the asian pears was amazing. Being high up on the ladder in the sun with no one around, no souinds but the wind and fauna. The pears have withstood a couple good frosts, so the ripe ones are slightly rosy and soft, and the skin barely contains the juice. They have almost started to ferment, so when you bite into the pear the juice is cool, delicate and sweet like a liqueur. Really amazing. It seems a waste to mix them into applesauce, so I might try to make some pear jelly and maybe some juice, too. Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
I'm a suburban woman on a quest for the simple life on our 10 acres in the Fingerlakes region of New York. I am living the dream and staying home to raise my two kids while my wife and I try to renovate our 150 year old farmhouse and keep the grapevines from consuming the house. We are a free-range family, and I spend my days with the kids crafting, gardening, canning fruit, and keeping the peace. Some days I'm lucky enough to fit in a little knitting.