Saturday, July 24, 2010
morning walk and a snitched pear
As I stood on the sidewalk sketching this flower shop-turned-house, the sweetest little tortoise-shell cat came to greet me, then sit and watch. But when another early morning walker came by, she was up and chasing after him.
I don't understand why the owners of the two huge pear trees one block from this house just let the pears rot on the tree every year. They own a local health food store; one would think they would value fruit fresh off the tree. Neighborhood kids use the pears for ammunition . . . even when they get soft.