Picked yesterday. About a bushel and a half. Started peeling about 10:30 this morning. Mrs. Bryan came for an hour in the afternoon and did small cuts for pear preserves. (I was going for larger chunks for canning pears.)
28.5 pints and a crockpot of pear preserves going with another bowl cut and ready for an overnight soak. If no one else comes for the rest of the pears, the squirrels can have them.
And yes, my inner voices are speaking in my head. Granny Rea's voice saying "Waste not, want not." and my father-in-law saying " Hard times are coming. You better be prepared."
Sometimes it's best to ignore the voices in your head.
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