My parents have an apricot tree in their backyard and it's started to flower in earnest. Last summer it dropped so much fruit they started to almost (almost) hate it -- we're still making our way through the inventive preserves, of different kinds, my mom made from the spoils. It's hard to imagine that it's going to start fruiting any time soon, during this pandemic. I think it'll be both a glad occasion and a kind of harried, unnerving one, if it has all of the bounty of last year.
Thursday, March 26, 2020
Pixelated Apricot Blossoms
My parents have an apricot tree in their backyard and it's started to flower in earnest. Last summer it dropped so much fruit they started to almost (almost) hate it -- we're still making our way through the inventive preserves, of different kinds, my mom made from the spoils. It's hard to imagine that it's going to start fruiting any time soon, during this pandemic. I think it'll be both a glad occasion and a kind of harried, unnerving one, if it has all of the bounty of last year.
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