“So … what’s with all the peaches?” asked Darc.
”Huh? What do you mean?”
”Once a year or so you go through this peach thing where you buy a bunch of canned peaches.”
”I do? Hmm. I never noticed. I don’t know why.”
”And why don’t—“
”Because I hate the fuzzy.”
”It’s what I do.”
That is pretty much a conversation that Darc and I had at the grocery store last week. I don’t know what’s up with the peach thing, but he’s right, I do seem to go through this peachy phase every so often. So I figured I must be pretty thankful for them. :) I mean think about it, how lucky are we that we can just walk into a store and get fruit? That’s pretty awesome. I remember reading how fruit was such a rare treat, like in the Little House books, Laura Ingalls relates an incident where she went to a party and everyone got an orange. She was so thrilled that she took the entire thing home and gave each of her family members a wedge of it, because it was so special. And I can walk into a store and see bags of fresh ones, and cans by the yard on the shelves. Not to mention frozen fruits. Juices too. I’m pretty lucky. Had I lived 150 years ago, I might only know of peaches from books. Now I can have some in only the time it takes to get to the grocery store. :) Peachy keen! 😀