All the leaves are off the pear trees now. Instead, green emerges between the rows of trees after the November rains.
Four times now in the last month I’ve heard the farmers out pruning the orchards. It’s amazing how rhythmic it sounds. Turn up your volume to hear the clipping along with some birds chirping, a rooster crowing, and some girlies giggling (while Mommy films!). You can see the back of our neighborhood and house in the background.
I am most familiar with pruning from John 15:2, but it is neat to see it happening literally:
He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful.
I smile to think that He finds it as lovely to hear the pruning in our lives as I hear outside my door.