Today, while driving into town to return some items borrowed from the library, I passed a house where an elderly woman was pushing a sign into the ground next to a small table. On the table were bags of freshly-picked pears. The sign said "Free Pears". No doubt about it...I stopped.
The woman, who was 91-years old, refused payment for the pears. "God gave them to me, and now I give them to others," she said with simplicity.
Six pounds of these beauties came home with me. I think pear sauce is in their future. And I'll deliver a jar to a sweet 91-year old woman.