Month: September 2019

Pears

I came across this painting of pear leaves on twitter this morning (thank you @ArtGuideAlex)

The ancient and completely unproductive pear tree at the end of our garden doesn’t look as healthy as any of these: a bad case of pear rust I suspect.

I love its age and hoariness – and the memory, more than 20 years ago, of the day we came to look around the house and Jacob ran out into the garden and straight up the old tree, surveying the prospect.