my 92 year old neighbor has this crazy pear tree. she is from WWII era, so she is super frugal. she wants ALL the pears. there are thousands of them, and some of them are 25 feet in the air.
she has been calling me every two days for the last two weeks giving me "pear updates". yesterday, was P-day. i got the call. being 92, she has the patience of a 4 year old. i commute home, but on shorts + a big floppy hat. i borrowed a 20 foot long aluminum tube from a buddy and rig up that picking basket tool and get to work. wow. the bigger fruit are probably 1 pound each. i did a huge box full, and i was gassed. my arms and neck were done. i went home and popped open a beer and made a salmon dinner.
this morning my body aches. haha.. i did some quick math. a full tool at a 45 deg angle at 20foot hypotenuse is about 14 lbs at the end.
i just got the latest pear update. it ended with, "oh, i got the ladder out for you".
FAACK.
today is gonna suck. i took home 5 pears. there might be too much flavor in the pears. they are insane. i begged that she hire an arborist to trim the rogue tree down to a manageable size. the tree would be healthier in the long run. and i bet the next batch of fruit will be giant.