Current mood: content
Visiting my parents at this time of the year is always lovely because everything is still green and pretty. The garden is starting to take form and we've been drying dill today for me to take home. Mom has already picked rhubarb and chives. Dad cut the grass today, leaving that clean, grassy smell lingering around the yard. It's one of the best times to visit because it isn't so stinking hot yet and tourists haven't really arrived with fresh head scars from their holiday lobotomies. But being in a small town during holidays also means nothing is open save for the local hardware store, drugstore, and one of the grocery stores. All will be closed by 5pm today. My favourite time of the year here, though, is cherry/nectarine season. Sure, there's a little bit of a break between the two, but usually someone is holding onto one tree of cherries when nectarines are turning. I'm hoping my parents will come for a visit during or shortly after this time so I can score some cheap, tree-ripened fruit. I really miss knowing exactly where my fruit and vegetables come from, especially when they're from Mom and Dad's yard.
Currently listening:
The Lonely Bull
By Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass
Release date: 08 February, 2005
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