"There is a pear in front of my window," I used to sing. My two daughters immediately shouted in unison: "Grandma song!!!"
What is a Grandma song you might ask?
A It is a Dutch song, so it is boring.
B It is an old-fashioned song, so it is bad.
C Mom, WE DO NOT WANT TO HEAR IT!
My daughters do not live under the same roof anymore, so I sing (without comment) in spring and autumn this “Grandma song”. I like my pear tree very much. I love its rough bark trunk, its erratic winter silhouette, the snow-white blossom in spring and the fruit in autumn. I think its enough reason to be singing about this tree.
The pear tree song is so old that it is not even at lyrics on Internet. Fortunately, I know it by heart. Also a feature of Grandma songs: You never forget the text!
A part from the song of Jaap Fisher, roughly translated:
There is a pear in front of my window
Pyrus communis is his full name
But I always call him pear
This is how our relationship is build
There is a cat walking past my window
Felix manipulata domestica is his full name
But I always call him cat
Because he wants that and therefor you do so
And every year when spring comes
My pear is so closed and my cat is gone
Why I miss them
I notice when it is spring
Then I stand in front of the open window
And watch my pear long and silently
Until he says blushing through his blossom
Probably about three weeks
I get little pears and I do not know from whom
Do you think I am very bad?
An ode to my shy innocent pear. Although he did not know who visited him this spring, at this moment the tree is loaded with fruit! Soon I will harvest the pears.
I hope I do not bother you all too much with this old song. But tonight I expect a phone call from my daughters:
"Mom, GRANDMA SONG!!"
The pear tree in front of my house.
I like the rough bast.
Beautiful pears. Doyenne du comice
The tree in full glory.
The tree again, in spring.
The little pot is to give insects a sheltered place. So they can hunt for "the bad guys"