Pears at Moms

When Mom had her hip replaced this summer, I spent a whole lot of time up at her house. Kimmie came up often, and on one of her trips she brought pears! Now, I hate, HATE!, canning pears. The whole peeling and pitting, and stickiness running down my arms to my elbows. But since they're one of the three fruits Jonathon will eat, and the only one that can be preserved, I decided I should do some. Kimmie helped on Labor day, and we got all the pretty pears canned, and then I spent another day or two making pear butter. While I hated the experience, the sticky, the mess, the peels everywhere, those jars were awfully pretty when we were all done.