spring arrives and we run in full sprint
preparing and tending
summer has us watching, patient-waiting
fall arrives with a prize
fruit grown
in
the bottle
almost complete
almost
large jars of ripe pears
bathing in brandy
infuse for months
monitored
sip after sip after sip
when the time comes
the brandy pours
briefly veiling
the pear
bottles
corked
-
ready
for night capping
and
mood enhancing
-
hold secrets of the garden
and
whispers of the trees
