Pears

Of all the objects the leader could have chosen to begin the creative activity at the Hemingway-Pfeiffer Writers' Retreat that year, he picked pears! Little did he know that I possess a pear-motif collection to die for.
Three different sizes of pear plates rest in a wrought-iron holder on one dining room wall. in the china hutch, a row of six white, saucer-sized rounds tell a story. The first one shows a pear with the French word below. The second shows a pear with one bite out, and a French phrase description. The third has two bites out, the fouteh, three bites gone, until the last one shows a pear pip, naturally with the French word underneath.
My sisters and others have given me pear pitchers, stitchery that says, "Love comes in pears/pairs," cup and saucer sets, salt and peppers, candle pears and still life pictures with pears.
I have collected mugs with pears, gift bags, thank-you notes, blank notes, napkins and napkin rings, greeting cards--all with pears on them.
Outside my inherited home stands on ancient pear tree, which, last fall, produced enough fruit to fill a seven-foot chest freezer.
I could write for days about pears without ever cutting into one.