PICK A PEAR. Or two. Or three.
The roadside invitation to pluck pears from two trees at 203 West Woodley Street, Northfield, proved a first for me.
First, I’ve never seen such an offer. And second, I’ve never seen a pear tree.
The pears I’ve eaten come from the grocery store. They are much larger, more golden and decidedly more perfect.
But there’s something about picking fruit directly from the tree that appeals to me. And I wasn’t about to pass on the opportunity.
So when Randy and I drove past the sign, we did a quick swing back around the block to check out the pears. Neither of us knows anything about home-grown pears. So the note about pushing on the top or picking hard ones and waiting a few days for them to ripen was particularly helpful.
Randy grabbed four pears—one yellow, the others green—while I grabbed my camera and took photos.
I ate the mini yellow pear for lunch the next day; it was too small to share. I found it dry, not at all juicy. Had there not been a browning blemish, I may have waited longer. The three remaining green pears are now inside a brown paper bag on the kitchen counter, hopefully ripening and not rotting.
Whatever the outcome, I find the FREE PEARS offer such a fine example of kindness and generosity, something we all need right now. More than ever.
© Copyright 2020 Audrey Kletscher Helbling