True Summer

The calendar can say what it wants, and the weather can be nice and warm, and Memorial Day weekend is all very well, and Solstice be damned, in my book it isn't true summer until there are really ripe nectarines in the markets.

I am happy to report, complete with dripping chin and sticky fingers, that summer has truly arrived. Let's hear it for fruit so ripe that the juice runs clear down to your elbows.

Huzzah!