The Pearable-or What a Bucket of Fruit Taught Me About Life

Who knew that my latest inspiration would come from a bucket of fruit?  (This is what I am talking about when I say “living inspired” guys..there is SO much inspiration around us.)  Seemingly mundane, everyday life can provide Life Lessons. Wisdom. Truth.  AND a sense of Fun.  We just have to Open our eyes, our hearts, and Awaken our senses.  There is a story to tell in every day life.  YOU have a story.  I have a story.  And-today a piece of fruit has a story.  😀  I call this story “The Pearable.”  (a special thanks to a woman in my writing class named Violet Harlow for thinking of this brilliant pun when I was recalling this story to her as a regular parable).  



If you read my last post where I introduced you to the pear tree at our cottage, then you are up to date on the over abundance of Winter Nelis pears we harvested this year.  (if not you can click HERE to read).


The Pearable-or What a Bucket of Fruit Taught Me About Life:


Matt and I had so much fun that last weekend of pear picking.  I have just been so in awe of all that God has given us and it has made for some wonderful moments in this first year of having our home.  He (jokingly) said we were pretty lame (and must be getting old) to be spending a Friday night picking pears, but really there was no place else I would have rather been.  It’s all in the perspective.  From my vantage point I found it to be romantic, magical, and a storybook like way to spend a crisp and cool Autumn’s eve.

View from under a pear tree


The smell of Fall, and leaves, and wood smoke was in the air, as the perfumed aroma of pears surrounded us.  We were up on a ladder in the top of the tree, surrounded by nothing but leaves, branches, and pears, pears, and more pears.   I don’t much like heights as an adult (they make me dizzy now, although I loved them as a child), but there is something about being tucked in by branches, and blanketed with leaves that gives one a sort of secure feeling.  I must say, I liked the view from up there.


I felt a bit like a bird with this new view of the world.   I thought to myself, “Oh wouldn’t it be wonderful to have wings? Wings to be able to soar through the sky with free abandon. Like a King (or Queen) perched up high on a throne made of branches and surrounded by rich fruits, as you look down at your kingdom below you.”

Maybe it is not the birds who are so small and insignificant after all.


I may not have had physical wings on this such night, but I had figural ones.  Yes, my spirit was soaring high and had wings of its own.


I could see my new neighbors , the chickadees, in the next tree over (the maple) dipping down to get the sunflower seed we have hanging on a branch for them.  They are not afraid to come close and so I was practically right there with the birds themselves.  Matt and I helped one another pick as many pears as our hands could grasp from the tree tops at once.  This was followed by the rhythm of a plunkety plunk as we released our grip to let the pears fall into the bucket sitting on the ladder shelf.


Amidst the chirping and the plunkety plunking, we could hear the sounds of a local football game in the distance and occasionally the music of a band playing.  And then- THEN came the glorious sunset.  It was one of those Caribbean blue skies with some passing clouds and a sky turning soft shades of pink that makes you imagine you are on a beach in a tropical location.  While I am using imagery to paint this scene for you, I assure you it is not fiction.  This is how I experience the world with senses awakened.


We stayed up in the tree picking pears until it started to get dark.  As we stood there with big buckets overflowing with the organic fruit from our tree, I got the urge to share our bounty with others.  It just didn’t seem right to keep it all to ourselves with so much abundance.  So, with a full heart and a full bucket,  I decided it was time for a random act of kindness (because what is life without those?).


I linked my arm in to Matt’s and said, ” Let’s go pear delivering!”  Matt must have been wrapped up in the happy abundance of the moment as well, because he joyfully embraced my idea.  And that is how we became part of the “random pear delivery committee” one night.


bucket of pears

“Freely you have received, freely give.”  ~Matthew 10:8b


Stay tuned for part 2 of “The Pearable”, coming soon to a blog near you… :D.  In the next installment I will be revealing some of the life lessons I learned from a bucket of fruit.  Until next time..

Awaken your senses and keep Living Inspired,


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4 Responses to The Pearable-or What a Bucket of Fruit Taught Me About Life

  1. I love this so much.. Oh how I wish you would have delivered to my door step. Giggle. Thank you for sharing at the Thursday Favorite Things blog hop. You help to make it so much fun.♥

    • Rebekah (We Live Inspired) says:

      Thank you Katherine! I would have offered you a bucket if you lived nearby (that would have been fun!). I don’t think the person who received a random pear delivery knew quite what to think..but part 2 will talk about that ;). I will be sharing part 2 at the next blog hop after my story is written. <3

  2. Lizzy says:

    ooh – I want to know what happens next!! … that and you just make me wanna go climb a pear tree 😉

    • Rebekah (We Live Inspired) says:

      Hoping to get some free time to write it this Thanksgiving weekend! Climbing pear trees is fun 🙂