I’m thinking of adding a tag line to the title of my novel: The Death of the Gecko, “Fruit of the Devil”, “La Fruta del Diablo”. That’s what the freseros, the people who pick in the strawberry fields, call strawberries.
Can’t keep up with harvesting them! And our new Santa Rosa plum tree, planted last year by orchard guru Mathew Sutton of Orchard Keepers, has suddenly exploded with sweet ripe plums. The pears grow bigger every day.
She reminded me how healing and wonderful it is to connect with food from the source, when that opportunity isn’t usually available. Later, another egg friend came over with apricots fresh picked from her tree, and I sent her home with a bag of plums. Simple connections, but so satisfying. Happy Summertime.