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10 comments:
When do I get my pie?
What am I looking at? Apricots?
What am I looking at? Apricots?
Peaches, methinks. The apricot leaf is way different and the tree shape is way different as well -- sez the girl who picked and cut 'cots to earn spare change in her impoverished youth. Nectarines? Nah.
I looked at my cherry tree, bent to the ground under her load, and thought yeah, that's me, and why I mustn't blog at all, because the way things are now, 'nuff said.
But it won't stick. I can never really quit, just whine about not being able to do it as I want to. So as always I waffle, never deciding whether to quit this, or take a step closer to quitting that other thing.
Time has a peculiar way of solving such puzzles anyway. This morning there were blackbirds hopping from branch to branch. Every day the tree has fewer cherries to bend under.
I need a ladder like that for the apricots that should be ripe very soon, in fact.
i have no idea what's going on. From the pic and what I've read above I think you want to quit blogging because your peaches are ripe? lmao!
I just used a big laddeer to hang a tire swing from a tree in our back yard! I'm so excited to have a tire swing. Best thing is, the kids love it!
"So as always I waffle, never deciding whether to quit this, or take a step closer to quitting that other thing."
Nietzsche said, "We have art so that we may not die of reality."
Not that blogging is art, but I find it does help take the pressure off. On the other hand, I could be writing poetry and painting instead. Ah well. I exist, therefore I blog.
Just put a net under it (like they do with olive trees) and give it a good shake!
Then wrap up a bundle and post them to me. I'm a DAMN GOOD COOK. And I share;).
I looked at my cherry tree
Ah. Cherries. If I'da clicked on the pic and seen the full-blown picture, I coulda toldja cherries.
Royal Anne?
I worked in cherries one summer as the go-to girl for toting up the lugs of picked cherries. "Dame su tarjeta verde, por favor." "Solamente una caja." "Dos cajas. Tres cajas. Cuatro cajas."
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