A few days ago I went to pick fruit from at a neighbors. At the end of an hour or so there, the basket was full of peaches, a few apples and a couple of pears. The fruit was pretty ugly on the outside, but when pealed, cut up, and the blemishes are removed, I could almost imagine myself savoring a Georgia peach. Almost. It was the end of the season for the peaches, and pretty soon the pears will be ripe. I was invited back and told to take all I want from the trees that are already handing with what promise to be wonderful juicy pears. It is eagerly anticipated….