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Apples harvested this morning. When I going out, I bring my small basket with me :)  to share some of the bountiful fruit with others. And you can see the last Asian pear on top. The tree did not carry a lot this year, but they are hardy, ready to explode in the mouth with sweet refreshing juice – the squirrels love them too…

The Barlett pear – posing graciously in a potted jade plant surrounded by succulents – is from the Farmer’s market. Bernie’s pears are the best. And pears with their sculptural and energetic beauty are “pearfect” for our hot autumn weather, cooling and balancing the palette and spirit…. I don’t know if there exists any greater “pearfection”…. 
(stills by Karina)

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nicole gervacio said…
beautiful!!! brings happiness imagining you walking with the basket of fruit & sharing them...inspiring thoughts around the ways i can share abundance in an integrated way. opportunities daily.
October 14, 2021 at 10:37 AM
Karina said…
Nicky, you are big sharer :) thank you for being a generous and fabulous person in this confused world, so willing to give your gifts, to grow, explore, learn, and bring the good things to fruition. The older we get the more we are asked to engage in conscious and intentional sharing, it is the law of nature as we can glimpse from the apple tree's natural gifts, sharing its fruit :) Nature is our teacher, always...
October 14, 2021 at 3:16 PM
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