“I asked Grandma if she believed in Heaven,” he said.
“She said that no-one who had bitten into a sun-warmed apricot could doubt it.”
“I asked Grandma if she believed in Heaven,” he said.
“She said that no-one who had bitten into a sun-warmed apricot could doubt it.”
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That reminds me of picking apricots in Roxburgh (around 1983?). There is nothing as magical as a ripe Otago apricot straight from the tree.
Weeeell, pretty good but surely heaven must be the “really to die for” Central Otago Nectarines, white or yellow which fly up to us each year…indescribably wonderful…..
Which of course is not to give due respect to your gran’s very accurate opinion
Apricots are all very well but…giant Golden Queen peaches straight from a Brightwater tree and eaten in the dappled shade by a thirsty young boy…Arcadian!