First fruit
The sun is setting, and the wind has died. I’m here, filled with anticipation. Will we get some thunder and lightning, or not? The western and central sections of the Island have had theirs…
I learned that with the right container, even takeout food can make it from town to here in a still warm state. There was a small, insulated lunch sack downstairs; I pressed it into service so that we could have donairs for supper. Don’t look at me with that tone of voice! The first ones of the season. Maybe the last. But, you can’t eat “proper food” all the time, or you lose your sense of comparison. Besides, it’s the weekend. All the time.
We had actually gone out already today, to the breakfast meet at the Bluefin. Only two others at the table, but you can’t base the significance of a meet on the number present. We were there, on time. The dog had a place under the big tree. Life was good.
My afternoon had nothing else. Oh, wait! Today we harvested the first strawberries. Not many, but the flavour was real, and local. By this time next week, I might be tired of the dessert factor, and I’ll have to label the whole thing as “healthy”.
For what it’s worth, this is the first food thing I can claim to have “farmed”, ever. Rather proud of it. Already gone, of course; lasted for exactly one bite. But, this was something the size of the berries we get at the market, compared to the tiny fruit I used to find when I was tiny.
