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AMY SMITH LINTON

The Would-Be Farm: More Fruit

1/2/2022

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Early in the spring of 2021, I took a page from Mr. Linton's gardening playbook.

​His gangster style involves standing over the lychee tree or the pomelo with a pair of gardening shears.  

He'll give the tree a sidelong look and whisper something like, "Right, here's how it goes: grow fruit or get this <brandishing the snips>. Your choice." 


It works more often than not.

Farming is brutal. 
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In 2015, I stuck a couple of pear trees into the ground without knowing my land very well.

As it happens, the soil is thin just there, with bedrock only a short root away. And the wind whistles up and over the little bluff. I imagine it's as bitterly cold a spot in the winter as any I could have found had I been looking for it.
But trees can be stubborn, and though it looked as if they froze back to the rootstock year after year, the pair o pears did keep sending up wistful fronds in the spring.

​They were a 
Mutt and Jeff pair: one short and bushy, the other tall and spindly. During the summer of 2020, they –– like all the fruit trees we've planted –– benefitted from a whole summer of care.

​I watered them. I sprayed with Neem oil. I plucked nasty caterpillars and hungry Japanese beetles from their limbs. I snipped off unhealthy-looking stalks (I fear fireblight) and weeded. They still looked pretty wimpy.
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At the end of the summer of 2020, I decided I'd probably cull them come spring. So much of farming is editing, come to think of it: tearing things out and moving them around or having to put them into the discard pile. Sigh.

I didn't say anything to the trees –– after all, winter does a lot of my hatchet-work for me.


Come spring, however,  I pushed a shovel into the dirt around the littler of the two, apologizing as I tussled it from its shallow home. I held the truncated rootball in my hand for a long moment next to the neighboring pear tree. "Look, buddy," I told the tree. "I don't enjoy doing this. I'm going to give you another summer. Think about it, okay?"
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The result: a half-dozen delicious red Bartlett pears, perfectly ripe.

That'll do. 
2 Comments
Ken Overman link
1/2/2022 02:37:07 pm

FBI = farming by intimidation

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Amy
1/7/2022 01:33:51 pm

Yeah, why not! Mr. Hoover would approve.

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