red pears make me happy

It’s red pear season!  I had my first one at a wonderful place in Bend called Spa W.  I had gone with my dear friend Rachel to get a massage as part of a girl’s getaway, and while we waited to be called to our rooms, we sat in this relaxation area in our white robes and slippers.  The whole room was shrouded in these sheer white curtains, and we sat in the most comfortable white chairs while sipping cucumber water.  It’s probably what Heaven will be like when we get there.  On a silver plate beside us sat a perfect red pear and, being the good girlfriends we are, we decided to share it.  I had never had one before, and I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it.  I’m not sure if it’s the flavor of the pear, or the memory it conjures, but I’ve craved them ever since.





Looks like I’m not the only one that has found happiness with the red pear.