August 1st, 2009

fairy door

Tis the season -



It is the season of abundant, fresh, fragrant fruit.  This morning I cut up a fresh peach in my oatmeal, a peach the color and cost of gold, a peach from the Farmer's Market delivered from the soil to my hand, a peach fragrant and soft without being mushy.   You who live in Georgia might not appreciate how hard it is to get a decent peach other places, but it is like with tomatoes.  It may look like a peach or tomato, but the first clue is needing an extra sharp knife to cut into it, so there is no risk of breaking a tooth, and then there is the lack of scent or taste.

I read David Masumoto's wonderful book years ago, Epitaph for a Peach: Four Seasons on my Family Farm.  The farm had been in his family for generations and he is told he will have to destroy his Sun Crest peaches orchard and grow something more popular and transportable.  Since I read that book, I have sometimes gone summers without a peach, because I want a true peach, something with give and rivered ripples and the sweet taste of the sun.

I enjoyed my peach this morning.

This morning I sat with why I am so excited about seeing my niece, counting now hours rather than days.  I realize I never had time alone with my relatives.  We lived far away and so when we gathered, it was a family gathering.  My grandmother, who I might have enjoyed quizzing about her career woman life before she married, died when I was 13, about the age we might have begun to have an adult relationship of our own.

Email allows Katy and me connection, but it is not the same as being together and having a week to hang out and explore together.  I also know that this time period divides age groups.  Can we each step into the life of the other, brew a new mixture of both?

I think there is a hole in my life from the lack of adults, outside my parents, at this age, fourteen. I want to fill something for Katy, but more deeply I want to fill something for myself.

alan's marigolds

Bill Maher


Opinion: Bill Maher


'Birthers' must be stopped

No matter how dumb, the people who are questioning whether Obama was born in the U.S. could eventually cause real problems.

By Bill Maher
July 31, 2009

Never underestimate the ability of a tiny fringe group of losers to ruin everything.

For the last couple of weeks, we've all been laughing heartily at the wacky antics of the "birthers" -- the far-right goofballs who claim Barack Obama wasn't really born in Hawaii and therefore the job of president goes to the runner-up, former Miss California Carrie Prejean.



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