Fall is the Yellow time of the year. Orange too, but here in McCune it’s mostly yellow. We have these random pear trees. They must have been planted by some of the old timers who farmed the land and planted fruit trees. They must be a really hardy strain because there aren’t many things that can live here without constant supervision. These trees seem to thrive, though. And are they delicious! Old Time flavor that is hard to describe. There’s a tree in the field across the road from us and the owner of the field isn’t interested in them so we usually get as many as we want. Yum, yum, and yum. Aren’t they cute, too? And no worms. They are GOOD
All of the yellow you see in the fields is not sunflowers, even though we have many varieties blooming practically all the time. Except in the winter, of course. But this year Ragweed has taken over.
The worst we’ve had since I’ve been here. 20 years.
Apparently this is the worst year in forever.
I’m dyin here with allergy.
Two weeks now and no end in sight. Please pray for a freeze. A hard one.
Living on allergy meds.
Playing Plants vs Zombies all night long. And coughing.
Ragweed is BAD. To the max.
This is an Osage Orange. Or Hedge ball, as the locals call them.
The Osage Orange is a native and the Indians used the very hard wood to make bows.
The kind you shoot arrows with. Not the kind you put in your hair.
Just thought I’d clear that up.
They’re good for absolutely nothing although some people think if you put them under your house they’ll keep the spiders away. Wrong.
God put them here, though. So they must be good for something. Bows, I guess. But not the kind for your hair.
At first they’re bright green and you think you’re looking at a tree full of tennis balls. Then they too turn yellow after they fall from the tree. This one is just starting to turn.
So that’s my run down on the old Clint Eastwood movie.
Does it get any more interesting that this!!??
Hoping for a freeze,