I love pears, their juicy sweetness.
I love pears, their golden hues.
I love pears, their rounded shape.
I look in a mirror and discover,
I am a pear, therefore I love me.

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8 Responses to Pears

  1. You gave me a memory of my Dad. He adored pears and you took me back to the time he was still here. Thank you so much.


  2. veehcirra says:

    Haha Oooh my Pat, I love this!! Am a pear too and I love pears!!


  3. Nina says:

    wonderful photo.

    I would like to share an image that I painted several years ago

    it’s called Peachy Birds


    • Pat Cegan says:

      You paint, too, Nina? A woman of many talents. I was unable to see your painting. When the site opened, it just gave me the header with a blank page. hugs, pat


      • Nina says:

        that is the direct link to the image itself.

        here is the painting page


      • Pat Cegan says:

        Those are really lovely, Nina. I have never worked on rice paper. I usually have to work with recycled paper from the office garbage can, old envelopes already stuck together. Such is the life of a volunteer. I still enjoy the process more than the finished piece so it is fine like this. still….a lovely paper is delicious to work with. hugs, pat


      • Nina says:

        it’s an old Web 1.0 freebie site, i am surprised that it hasn’t been deleted or archived like so many other pages I created for various interests and hobbies.


  4. Nina says:

    Reblogged this on Living Well.


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