First of all, I would be remiss if I did not volunteer that I am feeling better. Sunshiny, even.
When I was a girl, I was acquainted with an excellent sort of a guy -- the best kind really, and probably, though I have long run with a gang of self-styled intellectuals, he is the only true intellectual I have ever known -- who once remarked that any time one got up before 9am, it was going to be a long day. It struck me then as particularly sharp, and lo these many years I think of him any time I wake before [whatever time] and am as the day wears on in for the confusion of, for example, trying to feed people lunch at 10:30 already, and put them to bed at 4 in wintertime, but never never, not for a decade, has the hour been 9am.
This morning, I rousted everyone up & out (as a threesome, we are early risers, but not very early movers) to pick cherries at the farm. Cherries were going to be open today, and the farm expected the crop to be fully-harvested by afternoon.
I do not know why I was so excited about cherries. They are sturdy & so good enough when you buy them in the store.
The relevance and/or accuracy of cherry picking as a colloquialism was not revealed to me during this horticultural endeavor.
I was really motivated for early-morning farmgoing by the one-two punch of rhubarb and cherries. Rhubarb costs almost $4 per pound at the farmers' market. Whatev, dudes. $1.19 per pound if you snap it up yourself.
When we got there, we found out raspberries have just come into season. Oh, my. The picking, just at the beginning here, was so easy and a harbinger of a super season to come. Exciting!
So, I have been thinking of my far-flung, very-fondly-remembered acquaintance today, but trying to figure out a corollary something along the lines of Any time you pick 20 pounds of fruit before you would normally be on your second cup of coffee ... But so far I've got nothing.
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i went raspberry picking once with a folk singer. for some reason the canes turned us into italian peasants. there is really no story there, just a recollection.
Posted by: santos. | June 16, 2009 at 01:56 AM
glad to read you are feeling better. one with the weather instead of under it?
Posted by: santos. | June 16, 2009 at 01:57 AM
oh wait. i'm having an RSS sequence problem. i just realized in your current condition this could be a problematic outing
Posted by: santos. | June 16, 2009 at 02:04 AM