this was, as Lissa said below, bare pear poetry!! my favorite fruit in the world.... have you dried them? and then reconstituted them in a liquor to complement their sublime sweetness?
there is a ravine on the north side of my house- no fruit trees, big leaf maples, cedars, first, it draws me out of my Self so far that I can be of my Self without bias. I meet Quan Yin there. and the next time I sit gazing into it's changing sunlit dapples I will eat a pear and remember what you have written here....
I’ve done about everything one can do with them over the years. Many of these go to our friend Carlo at his beautiful Italian restaurant to be turned into desserts. 🍨 Thank you for your kindness.
What lush poetry Jonathan. I have been the grateful recipient of some of those pears. Thank you tree- and you.
You are a pear tree to me. Thank you.
Lush is in the eye of the reader. It’s honoring that you think it’s important. I’ll pass along your blessing when I see her next.
this was, as Lissa said below, bare pear poetry!! my favorite fruit in the world.... have you dried them? and then reconstituted them in a liquor to complement their sublime sweetness?
there is a ravine on the north side of my house- no fruit trees, big leaf maples, cedars, first, it draws me out of my Self so far that I can be of my Self without bias. I meet Quan Yin there. and the next time I sit gazing into it's changing sunlit dapples I will eat a pear and remember what you have written here....
I’ve done about everything one can do with them over the years. Many of these go to our friend Carlo at his beautiful Italian restaurant to be turned into desserts. 🍨 Thank you for your kindness.