JudithA

A late frost killed all the blossoms on our pear tree – except for one.   One lone pear survived the frost. Every day after work, my husband walked down to the garden to see that pear grow and ripen.  One day he announced, “I think that pear will be ready to pick tomorrow.”

The next day he walked out to the pear tree to pick the pear, but it was gone! ...  And there were deer tracks under the tree!   I said, "I expect you are mad at the deer for eating that pear you have been waiting for all summer."      He replied, "No, they have to eat too.”  

However, the next year he put up a fence!

I adapted McKenna Ryan's pattern "Beneath the Boughs" to illustrate our little story.