So off I went with a long wooden pole to pick the pears. Now pear-picking is a tricky job, you have to basically catch a pear in a little metal net on top of a 20 ft long pole and somehow snap the fruit off it's branch. Marisa, her mother, and I took turns doing the deed. And it was real hard on the shoulders after awhile. The sun was blisteringly hot and the pears were in all of these hard to reach places.
After awhile, we had exhausted the pears on our side of the tree, however, our neighbor's side of the fence still held many of the dangling fruits. So off we went into the neighbor's backyard and picked and picked and PICKED some more for another hour. By the end of the pear picking session, we had exhausted all the low hanging fruits of the pear tree. There were still hundreds of pears left, but they were either too high up or buried too deeply within the canopy to be easily retrieved. Still we ended up harvesting a bushel of pears.
With the pears and tomatoes at hand, we began the canning process!!!!
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