I think I’ve got a mild case of Blogger’s Block. All day long I had a blank, white screen staring me down and nothing to fill it with. I was combing my mind for a funny childhood memory to share, an exciting story about one of our recent adventures, or, at the very least, a fun photograph to bail me out of actually having to write something. Alas, nothing surfaced. So here I sit again, in front of this pixelled canvass, drawing a bit of a blank. Happens to the best of them, I s’pose.
To cure myself of this tragic malady I am just going to write whatever comes to mind in the hopes that my creativity will become unplugged and a wellspring of beautiful words will gush forth in a breathtakingly magnificent manner. (Not likely.)
Today Steve came home from work with his arms full of fruit. He had peaches, pears, a couple of eggplants (not actually a fruit, per se), and three nectarines. His days are spent consulting with local farmers about their crop and many of them are generous souls who shower him with samples of their produce. Our fruit bowl is filled to overflowing each summer with the freshest of goods. When Steve walked into the kitchen tonight and his armload of fruit tumbled onto the counter, I saw a fat, juicy nectarine with my name on it. Nectarines are one of my favourite fruits. They’re up there with raspberries and blueberries and strawberries and freshly cut pineapple. Many people forget about nectarines and opt for the more obvious peach. But those people are missing out. The nectarine I tasted tonight was a divinity. It had been picked less than an hour before I ate it and its freshness was wet and sweet as it trickled down my chin and forearms. Avelyn ate one when I did. She was wearing a white linen dress and I didn’t bother putting a bib on her. I just let her take greedy, slippery bites that filled her mouth with fruit. Her bodice was plastered with the gooey guts of the nectarine. She laughed when I stripped off her sticky dress and threw her in the tub for a bubble bath.
Stay tuned for tomorrow’s post when I shall delve into another intriguing topic.
Today:Â nectarines.
Tomorrow:Â why does my belly button smell like Cheese Whiz if I miss a shower?
14 Comments
Yessssssssss. First comment. I’m the best!!!! nectarines are WAY better than peaches. In my humblest of opinions. Can’t to hear abour your sick smelling belly button. YESSSSSSS!
Just so happens that nectarines are my favorite fruit- so I was glad to read your post today. Our fruit bowl in the summer is always full of those juicy delicious orbs.
How do you know what your belly button smells like???
Mmmmm! Sounds good! (The fruit I mean)
And now I want a nectarine, but not the things that pass for nectarines here in cold and blowy Scotland, the things that have the texture and taste of compressed cotton wool, but the one you had, or, you know, one just like it……..
Your blogger’s block is not bad at all! That was a solid post in my book!
What is it with belly-button-stank anyway? I’ve often pondered that question myself…
Looooove nectarines. Way better than peaches. I was drooling for one until the cheez whiz comment! :)
Mmmmmm…nectarines. Not a fan of Cheez Whiz (or belly button stank), but am always a fan of YOU ;)
my ears smell like cheez whiz if I don’t remove my earrings for a few days (or months).
okay – I’m with Sambo – how DO you know your belly button smells like Cheez Whiz? (mentally picturing a contortionist)
Can’t wait for tomorrow : )
I love nectarines so much more than peaches–they are the best!
Maybe it’s something in the air, but I feel the exact same way. I was on quite a roll with my posts then we left town for a week on vacation and it’s all gone down the drain. I’ve been sitting and watching the screen, I write a sentence then erase it thinking that no one wants to hear that nonsense. Hopefully we can both get past this!
laughing about the belly button smell. it IS rank…but nowadays I wouldn’t know. my danged FAT ROLL is preventing me from bending down to get close to it…which now that I think about it, may not be a bad thing after all..
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