Here in San Francisco it sometimes seems like summer is a cruel joke played upon us by California's propaganda campaign. This is California, land of endless summer, where all the cows are happy and every blockbuster gets its funding. Right?
Well, the past week of rainy, cold, gray days says no. I don't know about you, but if I were a cow I don't think I would call this fun. I might even consider moving to Wisconsin, where I could get some respect and have seasons that behaved themselves. Fortunately, there are still some glimmers of summer here and there. Most obviously in the produce at the farmer's market.
I've always loved peaches. Apples are my winter fruit, peaches are my summer. Soft, sweet, juicy, delicate, perfumed. There's nothing like the smell of a ripe peach. And it seems that peaches are having their heyday; every stall has cardboard boxes full to the brim, swarmed by customers looking for the perfect peach.
Well sorry guys, I think I nabbed it.
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Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteDont know whether I liked the picture more or the text!
Wonderful, Jessica!
Lovely picture.
ReplyDeleteI would re-think moving to Wisconsin if I were you :). I just went there for a 4th of July weekend. it was supposed to be cooler then in Iowa. In a sense, it was, as in Iowa that weekend there was 100F heat wave. But they normally do not have 80-90F days in Northern Wisconsin :(. Their seasons are playing jokes, too.
ReplyDeleteAnd the image is beautiful- perfect colors tone.
Simplicity at it's best...you have me craving peach pie now! :)
ReplyDeleteAh thanks, Manjit. And I don't think there's any chance of my moving to Wisconsin, but I do think the cows might want to. They have to spend a lot more time outside, you see.
ReplyDeleteAnd Tammy, I hope you saw the subsequent recipe!
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ReplyDeleteGreat post awesome that picture is?