Not a silver nutmeg but a golden pear. The best from my tree this season, a beauty. Beauty in natural things. Looking closely, carefully – with care, in all its senses. You see more, you see detail, you see flaws. This way of looking creates care and value. I feel differently about this pear after examining it. I feel some kind of attachment to it. How strange. How natural. Slow looking links me to this fruit. Can I eat it? Yes I will eat it, but taking my time, to taste it, to enjoy it, not wasting any of it. I will save the seed. The stalk and tough parts will go into the compost to become part of the earth again. The dignity of life.
