The pear tree started telling us about a week ago it was ready to pop.
A few pears, mostly runts and many with bug damage, started falling off. Two or three a day.
Then, yesterday, we got two dozen pears, all beautiful and edible, on the ground.
Today we got 26.
There must be a thousand more to "harvest." (They will harvest themselves. Best fruit tree ever.)
Not all are ripe, but they ripen beautifully off the tree. Cold storage is your friend.
And cold pears for breakfast is my new friend.
Unless I want to have them for dessert, midday, with a little wine. (I don't know, Peter! Something Italian. Pinot Grigio; soaked with the flavor of roses!)
Those are people who dined, dined.