Today was the day assigned to our stake to go pick pears in Medford – which we had planned on. Jenna had even had a friend stay the night so that we could take her with us. But as I was talking with the RS president last night, she said everything had been picked clean except for the tops. Thus the only jobs available was to climb ladders. Neither Roland nor I are in condition to climb ladders and it didn’t seem to appeal to either Jenna or her friend either.
Jenna does and always has liked to
climb. But there is a difference
climbing with the use of both hands and standing on a latter with a heavy bag
that only gets heavier as pears are loaded inside. And then to climb back down again? That would be the toughest part for me personally.
I really doubt we could have gone this morning anyway. Roland’s back has hit a snag – something triggered the pain he had felt earlier this year (see here). We have been working on rebuilding the greenhouse with a new more solid frame (the last one assembled like tinker toys and broke during snowmegeden (see here for pictures) He got up during the night and slept in longer than I recall him sleeping in before. I don’t think he could have driven us during the time we had planned nor could have I as it was too dark for me to see.
I feel bad for not having served at
the pear farm this year.
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