tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301215723729061662.post8284293504835136953..comments2023-09-11T18:53:16.686+10:00Comments on idle persiflage: By their fruit ye shall know thempersiflagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05161607100227748374noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301215723729061662.post-48592356614037693912012-02-13T06:54:48.901+11:002012-02-13T06:54:48.901+11:00I have never seen a quince and have no idea what t...I have never seen a quince and have no idea what they're like. You've made me feel quite deprived. What a lovely post.Pam https://www.blogger.com/profile/12641269043817163165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301215723729061662.post-39286320407914041842012-02-12T10:02:21.090+11:002012-02-12T10:02:21.090+11:00My favourite is the Honeycrisp apple. It is fast b...My favourite is the Honeycrisp apple. It is fast becoming the darling of apple lovers but is not always available - and that is how fruit should be. In season only.<br />And I love blackberries best of all the berries, but hadn't realized how invasive and nasty they could be.VioletSkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10222821877918680480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301215723729061662.post-42328458392316863542012-02-12T09:29:45.891+11:002012-02-12T09:29:45.891+11:00This triggered so many memories. The apricot tree...This triggered so many memories. The apricot tree which grew in my childhood home was so prolific that we begged people to take some away. Ditto the peach and the fig. Blackberries are a joy. And apples, in season. I like Pink Lady, Gala, Braeburn and Jazz. And the first time I bite into a floury apple they go off the menu until next year.<br />Thank you for this post.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301215723729061662.post-34968704999018652452012-02-12T09:19:00.561+11:002012-02-12T09:19:00.561+11:00Lovely to read your childhood memories.
Both of m...Lovely to read your childhood memories.<br /><br />Both of my grandmothers grew up as countrywomen, picked blackberries and made them into jam or jelly. I love to do the same every summer and always think of the generations of women before me who enjoyed foraging the hedgerows in late summer sun.Dartford Warblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04352965211143836326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301215723729061662.post-22646669045458943752012-02-12T04:11:13.181+11:002012-02-12T04:11:13.181+11:00It makes us sound old to go on and on about the go...It makes us sound old to go on and on about the good old days but they really were good! I remember fresh apples plucked from the tree and bitten into in the same instant! Now you don't know how long they've been off the tree, or how far they've traveled from it! I did go apple picking in Ohio a few years back, with my daughter and little grandsons---best tasting apples ever---but I forget the name.....mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03797484583400519909noreply@blogger.com