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Monday, August 1, 2011

Picking Fruit.


A few days ago I went to pick fruit from at a neighbors.  At the end of an hour or so there, the basket was full of peaches, a few apples and a couple of pears.   The fruit was pretty ugly on the outside, but when pealed, cut up, and the blemishes are removed, I could almost imagine myself savoring a Georgia peach.   Almost.    It was the end of the season for the peaches, and pretty soon the pears will be ripe.  I was invited back and told to take all I want from the trees that are already handing with what promise to be wonderful juicy pears.   It is eagerly anticipated….

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