The peaches have arrived and with them, my favorite time of the year. While I loves me some fresh tomatoes, it's ephemeral peaches, with their slow arrival, short appearance and quick departure, that keep me anticipating, in thrall, and ultimately disappointed when they go.
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| The problem is waiting: waiting out the squirrels who love to take a bite of one and move on; waiting until the peaches are ripe, or nearly so, when they develop that sweetness that spoils you for imports; and waiting to see if the over-burdoned branches, nearly touching the ground, snap from their load. I need to learn from the Bosnian immigrants in the neighborhood who have elaborate scaffolds propping up their produce. |
