Still Life

I suspect you need an ego to be a successful farmer. I spent months growing a handful of nectarines over spring, pruning, watering, supporting and fertilizing the tree. All of that was easier than actually eating the eventuating fruit (which is more than I can say about whichever bug or critter has been snacking tiny circles in them since they turned red.)

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As diligent as I was growing this food in my backyard, I don't trust that I did it right. Maybe it's supermarket conditioning me to only eat vibrant, symmetrical shapes. Maybe it's just difficult to eat something you raised from birth. It's hard to enjoy the sweet, juicy flesh of a nectarines when you're wondering if it's going to ironically sicken you.

That's why I only eat fruit I grew on work nights.

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