Summer's glory (work in progress)
Acrylic on canvas
12 x 12 inches
Barbara Muir © 2011
(The colour isn't quite right.
I'll take another photo
tomorrow to give you a
better idea of how it looks.)
Yesterday was a perfect Saturday except for one small
fact -- it was c-c-c-c-c-c-c-Cold! This weekend but the brrr in
Octo-brrr. But dressed in a warm sweater, jeans and jacket,
I headed out with Steven to get some market goodies.
The lady at the fruit stand had some of the amazing,
organic peaches we've been eating since we got back
from Nova Scotia in August. There she was in a ski
jacket, her deeply tanned face turning blue from the cold.
She said this is the last day for peaches -- not because she
couldn't sell more delicious, peaches, but because Canadians
don't want peaches anymore in October.
Really? Well I do. I am not a crafty person, and I don't
have a big freezer, but the sad state of our cherry tree this
year (no cherries for some reason) made the peaches,
which were the best in my memory in a long time, even
more special. Lets face it the peach is a juicy, sexy fruit.
Beautiful to look at, gorgeous to eat -- make that almost
dangerous to eat because the juice will stain your clothes if
you're not careful. So I have been freezing them, because
when these last two baskets disappear in the next few days,
I will feel like a really good friend has left town.
Freezing the last of the peaches
for that fresh peach taste in the winter.
The beautiful roses are the flowers
Steven and I buy one another
almost every weekend from
Avenue Road. They are wonderful
people and our friends.
If you live where peaches are plentiful, enjoy them for us.
As for me -- I know that Steven will be baking a delicious
peach pie in February, when there is snow on the ground
everywhere, and I will wish I could invite you over for
Have an enjoying-the-bounty-of-the-universe day.