Yesterday I harvested our peach tree.
OUR PEACH TREE!
We live in the middle of Manhattan!
We grow peaches!
This is very exciting.
And improbable!
It was only last April that we brought it home from the hospital Union Square greenmarket, giddy and nervous. It was such a small wee thing! So innocent and new! Would we fuck it up? Would it hate us?
Well I am very glad to report that it doesn’t seem to hate us at all. If it feels anything, it must be gratitude because not only are its fruits small and perfect, they are delicious. So very peach-y.
We’ve had our share of heartbreak with smaller fruits and vegetables. Cats and container gardening are a terrible combination. But this trumps it all.
When people in smaller towns wonder how I can live in Manhattan I smile.
I have a peach tree, I think.
A peach tree of our very own.
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