posted on Jul, 30 2012 @ 11:10 PM
When I was a young girl, there was a place like this in the area of Pittsburgh where I used to spend my summers with my Aunt. The area actually ran
along the strip of land that held the power lines. Since the power lines were considered public property, the trees and their fruit belonged to
everyone, and any that wished to pick the fruits, could, and did. I made more than my share of applesauce from those trees.
The place was called “Peach Texas.” I don’t remember why, but it was filled with apple trees, peach trees, nut trees, and two beautiful plum
trees. It was the plum trees that got us in trouble. The plum trees were right behind the house of this wicked old man that thought because the trees
happened to be behind his house, that the trees belonged to him. He was constantly chasing us children away from those plum trees. We had nothing
better to do but wait him out, of course. He had to leave the house sometimes, and though he tried a many time to double back to trick us, and to
catch us, we were always just a bit quicker than he was.
Mind you, the plum trees were on the same strip of land as the other trees. He did not try to stop us from taking any of the other items from the
other trees. Just the plums, and of course those had to be the ones that we wanted.
Outside of our constant battle with the neighbor about the plums, I don’t ever remember there being any fights or disagreements about the harvesting
of the fruits from those trees. I don’t think that there will be any problems. In fact, it should make for more neighborly interactions.