My parents are fortunate enough to have fruit trees. Lots of them. They've always had fruit trees. When we were little it was always a race to see who got the fruit first: the birds, the bees, us or Ben. My brother would wake early when the peaches, plums or apricots were ripe and head out to the trees. There he would partake in so much ripe fruit loveliness that he would sometimes get a tummy ache. And, by the time I headed out for a juicy peach to top my cereal, there would be no ripe fruit left.
He made me so mad.
Nowadays it is still a race. My Mom calls and says the plums are ripe, and I know I have to load the kids in the car and head down there. Right away. Because there is nothing quite so delightful as a just picked from the tree plum. Apricot. Peach. Nectarine.
Just seeing these babies makes my mouth water.
Hope you get some good fruit pickin in this season.