I bit larger image than usual. But I wanted you to see my apple painting. (I painted it) And Muffy. A package (brown paper packages tied up with string...some of my favorite things)..... and a hankie in her pocket. She looks a bit windswept.
I ate the first peach yesterday. It needed two weeks on the hot vestibule to ripen but it was good. Peach with an acidic green backnote. I picked another off the lawn as I was collecting the peach tree hoses- husband is mowing the drought dry lawn. I am going to cut it up to eat with my yogurt for lunch. No more cherries.
I am now reading book two- Little Bitty Lies. Same author but different characters. This one.....woman wakes up one hot summer morning to find her husband gone, all bank accounts empty, mortgage not paid, Vanguard account empty etc. She's a school teacher not getting paid in the summer and they need groceries, gas money etc. While watering her tomatoes out back- wearing her thin cotton night gown- a very good looking man asks her if her husband is home. They were supposed to play tennis that morning. His car has a Georgia Bureau of Investigation Logo on the door. This book and the first one used to bother me. I am guessing I was in an "insecure place" back then. Now both of these books seem fine- I know that all ends well. In these books, by Mary Kay Andrews- lots of bad things happen- they are a combo of good times, good food, murder and mayhem. Strong women. The men are incidental. But fun to have around.
The discount store where the lead character gets a part time job handing out questionable food samples is located in Riverdale, Georgia. Which is now under one of Hartsfield's runways. But in 1972 its where I lived. With two small children. Where I learned to cook a Southern Vegetable Plate and Peach cobbler. Where Life Was Good and I was Happy. Before Florida. Seems like I've said all this before.
Well, the floors here are not going to sweep and mop themselves.
love your green apples ... reminds me of a long-ago time on Shelter Island when my grandmother would make summer apple pie (my PopPop called them "pippins")
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