The pear tree stood discreetly in a corner of the path. It was so hidden among the other trees that we were surprised to be able to enjoy its fruit. Having them so close at hand seemed exotic and out of place in a land like ours, like a coconut palm. On the other hand, when there were St. John's pears in the house, we knew summer was beginning and would pass as soon as the harvest of those sweet little gems we ate whole and in pairs.