Tuesday, September 09, 2008
A Run For Peaches & Pears!
For the last I-don't-know-many years, my Mother-in-law has made a trip to an orchard in the Boise area, where she grew up, to bring back fresh fruit to the mountain communities she has lived in. When she and I moved this way a few years ago, she enlisted me, and I was happy to join in her cause. What cause, you may ask? Well, here in NW Wyoming, if a person owns a fruit tree, a precious apricot, for example, it is anybody's guess that the tree will make it through the winter, or bear blossoms, let alone fruit. The results in the marketplace are, of course, you pay out the nose for fresh fruit. So, we take orders and make a run to Idaho, where the season is long and warm, fill up a U-Haul, and greet our friends and neighbors who have placed an order with smiles. Mom gets so excited about it she has a hard time turning people down, so this year we had over 500 boxes of fruit to bring home. Dad joked, sort of, that we would need to get our hands on a Boeing 747 next year. Do you see that smile on her face, though? That is how Mom looks when she is serving. I love that smile. Of course, you have to get up pretty early to pick up peaches and drive them 12 hours home. Have I mentioned I am not a morning person? Part of that 12 hours is right through Yellowstone. I call it a perk. Yellowstone National Perk, haha. Happy canning!