After we had picked all the low-hanging fruit off a pear tree, my farmer was hoisted high in the bucket of a tractor to pick at the very top of the tree. I had this opportunity--
once! (What was I thinking; I'm afraid of heights!) While I watched and waited, I yelled up "Should I pick any of these pears up off the ground?" He hollared back "We don't sell ground-falls, you can have all you want." "Say no more!" I shouted as I grabbed a bucket and started scooping. Here's my reward!
For reference, this bowl is a foot high by two feet wide!
If I don't get pear burn-out, I'll have pears in syrup, pear sauce, pear butter, pear jam and jelly, pear conserve...
Jealous. Love pears.
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