Thursday, March 18, 2010


When Jamie and I moved into our new house last August we were suffering from something most would see as a blessing... an abundance of apricots. They carpeted the ground, abuzz with wasps drunken on their fermenting flesh. Apricot juice stuck to our feet, our legs, our faces. We slipped, we slid, we tracked apricots everywhere. And as night fell we settled back tired but happy, to smell the wine rich perfume of crushed apricots that enveloped our home. I know I'll never forget that smell, it will always remind me of our first house, our first garden. This year will be different, though. We're going to eat the apricots!

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