Caged Pears

Theresa and I were walking through Jordan village and she suggested we keep walking.  And this was why

Pears

This week of glorious Niagara fruit comes to a close with this pear tree.  I have a deep and abiding love for pears several trees grew alongside my grandparents' house.  One could lean out the window and help themselves to a morning snack. My dad and his brothers often climbed right out the window when they were boys.  Sadly, the trees are long gone.

Happily, we found this one.  Trust me, those are pears.