Sunday I went over to Tif and Jarrod's farm and picked pears and a few apples to make apple butter. The farm was beautiful. Big fruit trees dripping down pears that even the deer could reach. The pasture as you go in to their property was mowed and it was like opening the door to another world. Have you ever pictured yourself in a covered wagon or on horseback just taking a right in the curve and finding a little piece of paradise. That was what it was like picking pears.