Today’s mission was to find as much inland fruit as I could, in-between throwing on heels for work meetings and pounding glasses of water. I bought seven pounds of figs, which are my absolute favorite fruit ever (I’m Greek, duh), and then some friends invited me to harvest plums. Probably hauled about five pounds – some yellow, some red. Good thing I’m not afraid of canning anymore because I’m going to be making jam all weekend.
When you spend all day gathering fruit, you are prone to poetry. And, when in U-k-i-a-h, you must write haiku, obviously.
The weight of fertility
Summer’s swollen fruit
Bend tree bones and test limbs
Like sweet milken breasts