The Little Things We Find Pleasure in…(2)

The last of my summer fruits

So this is a follow up to one of my earlier posts about our pear tree and its fruits. Today my mother and I went over to the house (we no longer occupy the premises, but still own it) and picked the last of its fruits.

We, well mostly me, had been eating the pears before they came into their fullness, see pic below of a less-matured pear and notice the difference in the color. The younger ones were just beginning to show signs of being kissed by the sun but were good none the less.

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These pears are the best, with the texture of apples and of course the graininess of pears and just enough sugar to make it delicious, at least to me. Did I neglect to mention they were also tree-ripened. The flavors are so much more enhanced when they ripen in the sun.

Due to its firm texture, it would be perfect in a salad. I should give that a try.

I love all pears and this pear in particular is a favorite of mine even though I cannot recall the name. The tree information has long since been bleached by the Texas sun.

The last pears of the season and of course I wanted to take a picture of them for I will have to wait one whole year for their return.

Gods providence for us is a constant we can count on and I feel so blessed to be able to grow and eat my fresh fruits.

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I am a lover of God, most things from nature, (not worms or snakes) and photography. I love dancing, music, reading, learning new things. I am a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend. I am a Registered (Emergency Room) Nurse by profession. The intent behind this blog is to share tips on how we can become healthier and better versions of ourselves as we journey life's road together. I write about my life experiences, health, childhood lessons, my relationship with God and man and heed the promptings of the Holy Spirit. So let us journey alongside each other. "Keep good company, read good books, love good things and cultivate soul and body as faithfully as you can" ~ Louisa May Alcott.

51 thoughts on “The Little Things We Find Pleasure in…(2)

    1. Yes, I grew up in South America where my family were farmers, so my mother carried that tradition here as well and we currently live in Texas, long summers that make planting possible.

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  1. In a previous house we had a rental, it had two pear trees, super yummy pears, that were perfect without even spraying them. Wish we still had access to those pears where we live now….

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      1. You’re welcome. Your post and photo brought me briefly back to a lovely reminder – a turning point – at the threshold of time between not having the requisite taste buds to appreciate the uniqueness of pears and to when I finally fell for them. Don’t recall if there were Anjou or Bartlett or Bosc variety … Juicy, moist, ripened to the softly bruised. And, with Brie, Cranberries and Pistachios. Simple epicurean decadence.

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  2. Yum! Pears are a treat to be sure. We had a pear tree, and a peach tree at one point when I was growing up, but the birds and the deer always managed to “beat us to the punch.” You have a wonderful way with words…such that I found myself wanting a tree ripened pear. Blessings! β™₯

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    1. I also have a peach tree as well and it’s a constant race with the rabbits and birds. The peaches are so so succulent. The rabbits take up residence at the bottom, the birds at the top and we fight for the perimeter. Lol.

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  3. It is a blessing to have healthy fruits to eat where no chemical is put on it. May you and your pear tree continue to prosper. That on fruit I came to really like but I never taste the tree ripened ones before. I can imagine the sweetness especially when it is cool.

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    1. Oh yes, back in Guyana, tree-ripened fruits are the only ones we ate. Called the others forced-ripe and no one wanted those, lol, now those are all I get to eat.


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