Thursday, August 15, 2013

Just Peachy

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.

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.

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