skin a few peaches, wash hands, upload photo, skin more peaches. the backyard is booming. hard to see, but nasturtiums, blackberries, fuschia berries (thanks nat bletter), and PEEEEEEEEAAAAAACHESSSSSSSSSSSS. please come over and get some peaches. especially if you are tall or have a ladder. i'm talking about 20 a day for over a week now. went to the randall museum today and had a strong fantasy about setting up a little duck, chicken and rabbit land similar to the museum's right in our backyard. i'll set the salad beds next to it. i think growing food gives me the same little thrill the thrift shopping and hand me downs do.
where should we live, in the city or the country? where should we live, near the mountains or the sea? reader in the midwest, miles LOVES this song. it has to be the big number for the musical.
and other reader: mom, will you write about my urban farming heritage? i know it is there somewhere, in the new york city past.
must stew more peaches. cloves,peaches and sugar are filling up the fridge.
love you
2 comments:
Weird, I was JUST making some peach compote when I read this. Of course they didn't grow in my backyard.
Nina loves that song too - she always used to ask for "country" song. Guess that's her preference.
Let's talk on the phone soon!
Your gramma traveled from her Polish farmland to NYCity in the 1920's. WHEREVER she lived in the city, she always had a little farm in her yard, with lots of peach trees, tomatoes, and even corn. Surrounded by way bigger apt buildings than San Fran! There was always a bench under the peach trees where you could sit and marvel at the wonders of her city garden. And in the winter, we drank her peach or cherry schnapps and remembered the beautiful summer garden. You are right, it's a family tradition, little urban farmwoman.
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