I went for a mammogram today. Here in the land of universal health care, if you're a woman, when you turn 50 you automatically get a notice in the mail inviting you to book a mammogram appointment for breast cancer screening at no cost to you. It's a good program and one of the perks of being Canadian.
Anyway, after that I went to pick up the fruit order. Someone here makes arrangements with someone who lives in B.C.'s beautiful Okanagan Valley to bring in fruit when it's in season. There is nothing finer than fresh fruit picked at its peak of ripeness and transported immediately. Well, okay, a garden tomato might be finer but it's a close call between the tomato and a fresh ripe peach. I have fond memories of the aroma of ripe apples wafting throughout the house when I was child. Relatives used to send us crates of apples every fall.
The fruit order isn't commercially advertised. It's all by word of mouth. A friend originally gave me the information about it and we look forward to getting the emails inviting orders during the growing season. We've already feasted on cherries and blueberries and today the peaches and Sunrise apples arrived. People can pick up their order between 2:30 and 8:30 p.m.
The fruit trailer is parked on a residential bay and this is what it looked like when I arrived at 2:30.
Obviously there are a lot of us who like fresh, yummy fruit that actually tastes like something as opposed to the grocery store variety. So I patiently stood in line with my boxes until it was my turn to pay and receive. I got some strange looks when I took out my camera phone and started snapping pictures though. I'm sure that some people wondered why on earth I was taking pictures of them. They are blogless, I assume, or they would have figured it out. We bloggers have to seize the photo ops as they happen.
Anyway, here are the apples and peaches in the back of the van ready to be taken home. Between this fruit order and our garden there will be some good eating around here in the next while. Gotta love this time of year!