Saturday, August 21, 2010
Most of the other corn fields around here may be little more than knee-high. You know, almost end of August and all. Late start because of the rains and persistent cool weather. Of course, now it's dry as a bone, as it's supposed to be, but still on the cool side.
Had another occasion to take a stroll down that lane tonight. Our orchardist friends had birthdays and invited us to porch sit, watch the sun set (oh, if I had brought my camera) and eat peaches, picked, pitted and sliced an hour before. Nice folks: she sweet, he with his faux-gruff manner. They would have gotten on with my grandparents.
—How did they care for that peach tree? he asks.
—They did nothin'. Just picked.
—A McIntosh in the front yard we climbed. Both trees are long gone.
—How go the deliveries? DW asks. I cringe a bit.
—They go. Orders are down this year, economy being what it is. Just as well. Fruit is for shit.
We all get quiet. The sun is behind the Coast range now, looking something like this:
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