I like pears. They are a maligned fruit in my opinion, always losers in the popularity contest with apples, pushed aside in summer’s parade of peaches, plums and cherries. They do the hard work in life’s produce section, heavy lifters holding up the rest of a centerpiece, the filler around flashier fare in holiday gift boxes, a bass in the band.

To me they sing like soft cellos in late August, harbingers of harvest, pied pipers to the root cellar. The bulbous beauties pictured above were almost passed over at Trader Joe’s, their blemished green skins overshadowed by brighter counterparts. But the minute I bit into their soft flesh, a juicey ocean from autumn filled my senses and soul. I have seldom tasted anything so sweet.

However perfect, they can’t escape the inevitable fate of fall fruit. Still, it was a shame to break them up this morning for their breakfast solos.

This month I’m taking a photo a day and following the topics of Susannah Conway’s August Break 2014. And why don’t you join me? I double-dog dare you!

8 thoughts on “Trio

  1. This is my favorite photo – so far! I also like pears and they look spectacular with the background you chose (a dish? basket? I can’t tell!) Your simile is perfect; pears have never been so appreciated nor described so well.

    1. Thank you, Bonny. This is one of my favorites, too. And they were sitting (notice the past tense) in a green bowl, part of a set of dishes with that same pattern. It was fun to showcase them; they deserve it!

  2. Shirah

    I’m feasting on this image.. Cellos, solos: I’m seeing them in a whole new way as I shamefully slink over to the apples every time.

  3. I agree that pears are overlooked, unappreciated. Poor things. And I don’t understand it; they are deserving of your lyrical descriptions.

    I also love the photo. Pears owe you for that!

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