When I was in college, I often had dreams of the UPS man delivering truckloads of packages to my doorstep. I often saw those big brown vehicles driving around. I’d watch them zip around the corner and park in front of a lucky house. The UPS man would energetically hop out of his magical cargo carrier, and with package in hand, make his way up the walk to deliver the goods to their welcoming new owner. It was mesmerizing.
Of course, while I was a poor college student and didn’t have the money to order anything, I understood that the only way I was ever to receive a package was if a family member sent me something. That didn’t happen very often, so I suppose I resorted to dreaming about such an opportunity, and satisfied myself with the knowledge that as I watched for UPS deliveries, other people were basking in the pleasure of opening their door to a big box of something sure to be amazing.
I received my email from Harry & David, telling me when to expect my fruit package, and suddenly I was brought back to my college days. A package! A package! I’m getting a package! My kids seemed to be just as excited as I was, for they planned their playtime outside to coincide with the Harry & David fruit delivery. My son gleefully took the package from the UPS man, and with excitement bursting, he ran up to the door and said “I’m so hungry mom! What kind of fruit can I have for my snack?”
Pears. Glorious, intoxicating pears. Not just a few pears, either. Two boxes of big plump pears, nestled together and begging to be devoured.
As usual, when I get my packages of fruit from Harry & David, I can’t help but exam each individual fruit. I pick it up, separating it from its perfectly formed nesting space, and look at all the angles. I rub my fingers delicately across the smooth flesh. I twist it by the stem and I smell it’s captivating aroma. Fresh fruit delivered to your door. It’s a good thing.
Much to the anguish of my children, I informed them that the pears were still needing to ripen. I closed the lid on the boxes, keeping all the pears happy and snug in their spaces, and placed the boxes on my back counter. Just as the included instructions said, the pears would ripen nicely within their boxes, in as soon as one week. The waiting was hard for little hands that constantly tried to seek out their juicy sweetness, but it was worth it. When we finally got to eat the pears…(sigh). Perfection.
Don’t wait to begin your monthly delivery of fruit. Every month is a different fruit, handpicked for quality, packaged with love. You can’t help but feel the emotions that went into the processing, packaging, and delivery of the fruit shipments. Absolute quality. Go to Harry & David to sign up!