There are some things we’ve decided not to grow. Sweet corn, for example, requires more space than we’re willing to allocate.
Part of our decision reflects the reality that we have some fine farm markets nearby, and we welcome the exchange of a local economy. The same-day butter-and-sugar or all white ears are unbeatable, especially when accompanied by our own tomatoes. Who says a feast has to be expensive?
A pick-your-own orchard presents another example. We have fond memories of family journeys to Butternut Farm in Meaderboro for peaches and apples. For me, of course, the visit reminds me of living in the orchard in Washington state’s Yakima Valley, so many years ago, now, though I welcome its many varieties other than Delicious. A Gala, anyone?
The annual trek to a Christmas tree farm here in the city feels related – first, to pick out our choice, and then, a few days before Christmas Eve, to harvest it and somehow fit it into the car. We still treasure the bird nests we’ve found in ours some years.
There is nothing quite like the farm-fresh picked joy of simple wholesome food prepared in the easiest of manners. It boosts the spirit and nurtures and nourishes the soul.
You have me surprised Jnana; you lived in Yakima?
Wow – I’m a bit envious of this simply because my “ex-partner” is a long-distance trucker driver and his stomping grounds and preferred deliveries and pick ups are from Washington state. Since he hauls produce, I’m often spoiled by the delights of all the growing valleys. The latest has been the Bing Cherries! So sweet and delicious.
I’m a huge supporter of buying locally, when ever it’s possible, and to be sure, Quebec offers some very fine produce indeed, but I admit that the moment when I bit into a freshly picked, Washington State Golden Delicious, which has never been a favorite because they are usually softish, I had *died.* Crisp, juicy, pure white snow flesh, sparkling yellow skin. It was, by far, one of the sweetest and most delicious apples I had ever had. What a memory and treasure.
Add to those cherries the Rainiers … oh, for the memories.
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personally I prefer the Bings — but there is an abundance for all tastes ….