A very close friend of mine, renting a house, lives right next door to the landlord.
Said landlord and his wife have an extensive fruit and vegetable garden.
My friend, my lucky, lucky friend, gets to share in this home grown bounty.
Not all the time of course, but often enough things are brought over.
Grapes, red and green, or the nearly black, tiny currant grapes.
Tomatoes, and bottles of home made tomato sauce.
Gallon bottles of cold-pressed olive oil from the home grown olives.
Baked goodies at Easter and Christmas.
The latest offering?
My very favourite fruit.
My friend has received an enormous bowl full of these golden fruits. Easily 5kg.
I was visiting the day after and asked if I could bring some home. Yes, of course!
I have a full kilo of apricots in my kitchen and have just eaten two of them.
Two apricots that is, not two kilos.
They are delicious!
From the tree to me, no truck miles, no warehouse storage, certainly no cold storage involved. And no inflated supermarket prices.
Sweet, full flavoured, juicy, manna from heaven.
I'm saving the seeds. (Don't be acting all surprised here, you knew I would.)
Between these new seeds and the ones I got from my neighbour V a while ago, surely I can manage to grow at least one tree?
In other news, I went to see how Missy was doing yesterday. Only eight days since the vet saw her and the change is great.
Already enough hair has grown back on her hind legs that the bald spots are almost gone. There is no sign at all of the raw and scabby sores. Her coat is softer and beginning to shine again. The best part? Her bright yellow eyes are once again shiny and alert.
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