Blossom

This was the origin of my sister’s nickname - given I recall from my father - shortened to Bloss - and has stuck forever. She is now 40 and I almost never hear her called anything but Bloss within the family. And, it feels like Spring. Noticing from the breakfast table - that strange, singular pink orb on our Kotare Honey peach tree is in fact the first beautiful, bountiful blossom - heralding honey rich flesh in mid Summer - if only we can devise a way to keep the rain off the fruits. Some sort of tent will be devised, otherwise rot & roll - the entire tree goes up in fungi before our teeth ever get the pleasure of sinking into warm, wet flesh.

I wandered the orchard just now - everything budding up - stone fruits first - thick budding blossom out at the ready on all of the plum trees. The apple and pears still in their black winter armour - waiting for drier and warmer weather. I’ve planted the first tomato seeds in the greenhouse under heat pad - weather willing I’ll plant out small ones into +15 degree soil in September - but I’m getting too far ahead.

It’s the peeking season - that secret joy of the first noticing of something small that I really want to savour and stay with - the rest, well, that is for the looking next time - and the many times following that.