The tree I talked about awhile back (my son’s Nectarine “friend”) well, we harvested the other day. Fred decided he would like to take a bite out of each fruit and then leave it on the ground. In case I haven’t told you yet – Fred is the name we give all resident black squirrels in our neighborhood. He was eating the fruit we waited seven years for! So we picked every nectarine off the tree and here is the result.
One hundred and thirty-eight perfect, delicious spheres of goodness.