I had a quick break from flooring today to appreciate the wonderful fruits on the young trees I planted a couple of years ago.
This pear tree seems to have ripened first.
It is a Jargonelle tree, which I found quite by accident at a garden centre in the bargain area. It was quite old to be stuck in its black bag pot, but I liked the shape and the look of it.
The first recording of this tree was in a scottish monastary in 1649 or something. So to have made its way from France up to Scotland it must be much older.
It has a crazy mind of its own about growing, and we had no flowers or fruit last year. But this year we have been blessed with a beautiful crop of small yet perfectly formed little pears...
I was going to make perry with them, but all my kit is in the container and so I shall just have to eat them this year!
They are superbly flavoured, with a slightly crisp, juicy flesh, and none of the grittyness that sometimes I don't like in pears.
Tinsel to keep the pesky birds away.
This is a picture of the bramley tree, and they are growing nicely, but didn't fall when I shook the tree, so I'll have to wait a bit longer.
Then there is this little tree, a Kingston Black. Lots of small fruit, like baubles all over it. This should be a good cider tree, and I will have to find my cider makng kit for this one, as the apples are too sour for eating.
And I was joined by some little friends in the orchard. The grass is so long that I loose them sometimes. The geese were supposed to eat the grass, but they can't keep up.
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