A Bushel and a Peck of Pears

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...