I am going to miss our stone fruit trees when I move: the peaches, the apricots, the plums, nectarines .........! We have several trees, and all of them have been loaded to the breaking point this summer. In fact, most summers are like this. It is hard for me to remember a summer when it wasn't this way. First the apricots ripen, which we can. Then the plums, which are made into jam (one of Dad's favorite kinds). The nectarines and peaches ripen almost simultaneously, which leads to a hectic week or two when we try to take advantage of as much as we can! Now we have buckets and buckets of fruit in the kitchen, all waiting to be processed. Yummy!
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not take them bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;//Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,//
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back.//I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made the difference.
"These little moments ... matter, for they are where we live every day."
- Paul David Tripp