I used to collect old fashioned three pronged forks. My grandmother’s fork disappeared in the early seventies. If I saw one after that, I bought it. I was very obsessive about this.
We had a third or fourth visit to the store by a lady yesterday who collects fruit. She told me that she could no longer take care of her too hundreds of trays, bowls, pitchers, and assorted loose fruits. She had no one to leave her collections to. She’s giving them to us.
The first load was lemons. The second was oranges, and the third was pears. This latest bit of her collections has filled the store with a variety of all of those fruits plus pineapples. I spent an hour photographing them yesterday morning. After lunch, I Photoshopped them and got them up on Facebook as an album. I’m still marveling over the quantity and quality.