Mmmm. Late August. The peaches and nectarines are canned, jammed and frozen. The hanging garden’s crop of cherry tomatoes, hail-scarred though they are, were excellent in tonight’s pasta. I have the most vibrant collection of red bell peppers on my counter.
And — the early pears are at the market! Later I will preserve a case for winter, but for now I’m content just to look at them. It’s no wonder pears have featured in still-life paintings for centuries; what other shape is simultaneously earthy and perfectly sophisticated?