Last evening I stood under a rainbow and held in my hands the sum total of my peach harvest from a single tree: two perfect peaches.
One had caught my eye in the late undercloud light, gleaming peachly red among long lush green leaves. I had not known there were any peaches left on the tree after freezes, and later aphids. With one dusting of diatomaceous earth the aphids vanished and the leaves began their growth in earnest. When did that occur? Spring, early summer? Did I write it down? I have been negligent in my record-keeping. Reluctant to take the quiet time to reflect upon my busy days, each as it fleetly unfolds. Not even so much as to notate aphids.
Perfect now, in roundness, color, size; two peaches perfect except for a few gnaws on top by some rodent or bird. Oh well. The first peach I ate standing under the rainbow dripping onto the patio, dropped the pit and the plundered top into a compost pail. The last peach, the biggest and fairest of them all, I saved until sunlight poured through the windows this morning. I ate it slowly, standing at the sunny kitchen sink, the whole sunlit house around me, a rainbow tapestry of texture and color.
I peeled the last peach one slice at a time with a small steel knife I’ve owned for half my life, half my time under the sun; in the sun I stood and ate the peach, slice by juicy slice from the tip of the ancient blade. It was quite simply the most delicious peach ever.
Rita, I love to look at your blogs. My daughter Stephanie is a nature girl and has taken many photos of butterflies landing on her hands, etc. and she takes beautiful photos also. Zuchinni bread in the making! Colorado is getting some bad weather. Hope you are okay.
Thank you pat, for your compliment, your story and your concern. We haven’t been having the kind of storms as the front range has, but we did get a nice one last night. We’re pretty safe from floods up on this mesa. Others around here, though, in different ecozones, could be at risk for flash floods. I will reiterate this morning that it does indeed feel like the leading edge of autumn is upon us.