Today we were driving down 7th North and I saw a tree laden with apricots. There were so many that the branches were sagging and apricots were starting to fall off into the street. I told Eric I wanted to stop and ask if we could have some, and I think he didn't believe me for a second. But I meant it -- I wanted apricots!
We knocked on the door, a nice guy opened the door and presented us to the ladies of the house. We asked and the one girl was so happily surprised that we'd come to the door to ask. They even let us borrow a step ladder.
Happy summertime fruit!
2 comments:
Yum. I miss yummy freshly picked apricots. As a missionary, investigators and members would give us tons of apricots and cherries. Good for you.
Way to go, Cindy. I wish I were bold enough to ask for apricots. Or steal them. One or the other. Alas, I probably won't get any apricots.
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