Peaches

peaches 1This summer has been very fruit oriented in the blog and in life, and for completion’s sake, here is the other fruit that has featured heavily for me, with picking, eating, giving away and cooking all achieved. Deirdre called me last week, or was it emailed, to say their tree was groaning with fruit and I went with my basket and picked what turned out to be a very small portion of what was there,

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(The above two photos showing buckets of peaches that I didn’t take. Honestly that tree could feed an army.)

and then proceeded to process it in various ways. It was delicious.

There is something so luscious about a peach – the warm colour, the smell. These home grown ones were almost prickly with down on their skin. I don’t mind eating it, but some friends to whom I gave some had to peel theirs. The commercial varieties have minimized this substantially of course.

One of my favourite poems is about peaches. Here it is, in honour of Deirdre’s fruit and that of Soula and Bill, whose stone fruit I buy at the market.

From Blossoms
by Li-Young Lee

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

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A portion of the tree covered with fruit…

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6 Responses to Peaches

  1. mazzaus says:

    What a glorious appreciation of the delectable peach that poem is! This year we had the first harvest from our backyard tree. Wonderful!

  2. We had a Mrs Wiggins when I was growing up which was a delicious peach – it lived for many years and we loved it. It is a white freestone.

  3. Mandy says:

    The stone fruit were plentiful this season. Shayne was generous enough to offer me many as her tree was laden (2 branches broke with the weight) I had over a hundred over the weeks to give away, stew and devour.
    Mum would have loved them with ice-cream. 😉

    • Hi Mandy, fantastic to hear from you! I was just thinking of you as I drove home from CHO tonight, and of your mum too. The peaches have been wonderful haven’t they – I’m sorry your mum isn’t able to enjoy them – mine would love them too – we’ll have to savour them instead… Love to you dear Mandy xxx

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