tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post2504685981893551047..comments2024-03-22T10:51:23.567-05:00Comments on Faith, Fiction, Friends: A Pear Tree, Cleft for MeGlynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10802111972232088511noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-64889800165912672952012-07-01T13:50:10.910-05:002012-07-01T13:50:10.910-05:00I loved that line, too, Nance. And, of course, the...I loved that line, too, Nance. And, of course, the singing while she stirred.Sandra Heska Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13770393615748405966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-23047141561681640972012-07-01T08:57:34.203-05:002012-07-01T08:57:34.203-05:00Beautiful.
I especially love the words
" it w...Beautiful.<br />I especially love the words<br />" it was big in a child's imagination and a man's memory"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-22610545128142436282012-07-01T07:14:29.279-05:002012-07-01T07:14:29.279-05:00This brought back memories. We had one of those pe...This brought back memories. We had one of those pear trees too when I was growing up. Too often, the fruit fell to the ground--of little use to anyone but the Yellow-jackets.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08263995875732832349noreply@blogger.com