Het mooiste jaargetijde vind ik toch altijd weer de lente. Ik kan er zo naar uitkijken als alles weer bloeien gaat. Als eerste natuurlijk in mijn tuin.
Vorig jaar heb ik er weinig van gemerkt, mijn hoofd zat in duister en mijn hart voorvoelde hoe het zou breken maar dit jaar geniet ik volop van al het schoons.
Marcel came over and shook the pears out of the tree. When he tasted the pear he said:
that is a very popular pear: Doyenne de Comice -
In the English wikipedia I could only find a lemma on European Pears. They do mention the pear that grows in my back yard but does not have its own lemma – like it has in the Dutch one. Guess you don’t have this pear in English speaking countries.
“European pear trees are not quite as hardy as apples but nearly so. They do however require some winter chilling to produce fruit.
For best and most consistent quality, European Pears are picked when the fruit matures, but before they are ripe. Fruit allowed to ripen on the tree often drops before it can be picked and in any event will be hard to pick without bruising. They store (and ship) well in their mature but unripe state if kept cold and can be ripened later, a process called bletting.”
The green parakeet with the pink and black neck ring around the neck, has been feasting on my pears.
It let me take these three pictures and then went on eating and drinking.
Later that day a blackbird, pigeon and a Flemish jay – a bird that I will forever associate with a visit of my long deceased father – had their treat but I couldn’t get them on my camera.
After they have fallen on the ground wasp, flies, ants and slugs eat the rest of them.
Kilo’s and kilo’s.
Halsbandparkiet. Nice fat one.
Midas loves to lay on the stones
Britta loves to have her head on the rim