Orchard Days

I quickly begin to think about what will come next. My eyes flitter all around as I decide which piece of fruit to grab.

An apricot. No, two. Two apricots. After the messy, juicy peach I look for something a little easier. Apricots are perfect. They are juicy but kind of dry too so nothing drips anywhere. An easier feast after the mess of a peach.

The seed is smooth and I have no fear for my mouth. The flesh comes away from the seed so easily and I relish the relaxing apricot indulgence. I sit and wonder why shop bought apricots are even called apricots. They are nothing like the ones picked fresh from our tree. These ones are soft and dark in colour, not at all like the hard, yellow tokens that the grocery store tries to sell us. I s’pose those ones are from Sydney, what else would you expect. That’s what Dad says, anyway.