Joe finished the raised bed just in time for the apricots to ripen. Stellar lies in new shade. I resolve to join him.
I frame the shot. The bird lands. I shoot. The bird flies. This moment, pure joy.
When I saw all the birds this morning, and chipmunks, too! feasting on the apricots, I knew I’d better get in there with them and harvest whatever they had left untouched.
Many, like this one, look perfect from one side only. The other side is chewed. A few perfect fruits aren’t ripe yet, and maybe I won’t get them before the birds. Grateful for the abundance this year I’m happy to share.
The fruits of my pleasure in the garden this morning, easily three times the number of apricots that even ripened last year. Easily five times more have gone to the birds. And chipmunks.