Peach Plums

Picture this. We (Charly and I) arrive late to a wedding reception. After saying our hellos to the bride and groom we "slowly" and "casually" make our way over to the food. Chuck picks up a yellow slice of something that is red in the middle. He takes one bite of it and then hands it over to me.
"You have have to try this" he says with this look and voice. Like it is simply the most delicious thing he has ever tasted and must be shared immediately, and Charles is not a food sharer so that means something.
"What is it?"
"Just try it."
What it is is a very hard, unripe, piece of nectarine. First of all, props to anyone that tries to serve nectarines at a wedding. I have found them to be the single most hard piece of fruit to ripen or tell when they are ripe. Second, I chock chuck's response up to the fact that he probably hasn't had one since we've been married.

So I'm casually strolling the fruit aisle a few weeks later when I see the nectarines and think, hey I should get bunch of these. When I get home, I pile them on the counter so I won't forget to check everyday for them to ripen and do homework till Charles gets home. When he does, and he sees the nectarines, this is how our conversation goes.

"Ooh, Did you get peach plums?"
"What?"
"Peach Plums?"
At this point I know he's talking about the nectarines, but I just have to say it out loud.
"Peach Plums?" I ask. "You mean the nectarines?" Now I'm incredulous. "Have you never had a nectarine? Whose thirty and doesn't know what a nectarine is?!"
We both agree that he must of had them before but just doesn't remember then and he tells me that peach plums are a real thing. Then he cuts one up and sits down (picture above). When I see them on his lap I say "you know they're not ripe," to which he replies over enthusiastically:
"They're still good."
I am laughing so hard at this and it still makes me smile. Chock it up to marriage thangs, because I don't think anyone else is amused with this story as much as I am. Let me tell ya, though, I've definitely had my fair share of peach plum moments.

Enjoying the Down Time

Every winter I get so stir crazy. It's not the cold I mind so much, and I think I a lot of people will agree, that it is the darkness. It's dark when you drive to work, and dark when you drive back, and it's such a big part of Rexburg that I don't bat an eye when the man behind the counter at the hardware store sparks a conversation about it without pretense (last year). Needless to say, I live for our Saturdays, whatever it is that we end up doing. Even if it's just a ride on the snowmobile around Mesa Falls and some tries at boon docking it all by myself, they are good Saturdays.

In the summer, it's the opposite. Charly gets off work at five and we immediately pack our things- if I haven't done it already- and head out to a crag, hit the trails, or dawn our clip in shoes and spandex and go for a ride on the road bikes. There's maybe time to sneak in an episode of whatever Netflix series we're on to wind down at the end of the day, but we're always out doing something.

But in the fall, it's different. We've become expended. I know I'm ready for more adventures, but as it starts getting dark sooner and a bit brisker, there isn't time to go out. So we work at the shop for a bit longer after Chuck gets off work, make dinner, and retire to the couch to watch what the world would deem an absurd amount of tv every night until the snow sticks and we can truly look forward to going snowboarding. Charly draws up bike park plans to build next summer while I research complete nonsense. The truth is, I don't care that that's what our nights look like these days. I'm loving the off time, the time to give my body and mind a rest while the weather transitions us from one sport to another. We won't have periods of time that are so relaxed and at ease throughout our whole lives, and so I soak up where we are in life.


Anyways, I took those photos on my Holga a little while ago. The second one is a double exposure.