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Once a Texan mentioned to his friend that they had been having a bit of a drought.

“I don’t mean to complain, but we ate 20 acres of corn for dinner last night.”

Our corn crop was a bit better this year.

But my favorite pear trees came down with nasty cases of fire blight and one had two (2) pears this year. I admired them and watched them, then one day one was gone. It had fallen and had been taken by the squirrels (I think).

So I picked that one last pear, a nice big one. Brought it into the house and then to Portland. Daughter, Miriam and I ate the pear for breakfast. It was as good as it gets.

Now if I can just take care of that awful fireblight.