Yesterday we cut down the very large pear tree outside our back door. The tree was a beautiful one and produced tasty pears, but it was more pain than anything else. Every year come August, the tree would drop hundreds of pears to the ground. If you didn't pick them up every day, they would rott on the ground and attract swarms of bees. (Actually, it was pretty funny when the bees would feed on the fermenting pears...then stumble around in a drunken stupor, unable to fly.)To top it off, the dogs dragged some rotten pears into the house on more than one occasion last summer.
So, it had to go.
Here are my very lame pictures of the downfall...it was getting dark outside and my flash wasn't strong enough to pick up the action from where I was standing (at a safe distance!).