There were once lots of families living on this farm. In addition to the house where my family (the farm’s owners) lived, there were at least seven other houses with families living in them.
Only three of the old tenant houses are still standing, but even with all traces of the old houses gone, it’s pretty easy to tell where they once stood. If you find fruit trees, nut trees and domesticated flowers growing wild, then you can be sure there was once a house nearby.
We heat our house with wood, so I spend a lot of time cutting wood this time of year. A few days ago I took the chainsaw to get to work on an old oak that that had fallen over on the other side of the farm.
On the edge of the woods next to the fallen tree I noticed an overgrown Asian pear tree. Sure enough, it was growing near the remains of one of the old houses.
The lowest pears were at least 20 feet off the ground and impossible to reach. But, using a stick as a missile (a skill I developed as a child here) I managed eventually to knock down one of them down.
The pear was good, but sadly the effects of multiple freezes had taken it beyond its prime.
I’m sure the folks who planted that tree so long ago would be pleased to know that all these years later someone on White Flint Farm would take a break from work to enjoy a pear from it.