Posse! It’s time for Musette’s Musings, Flaming Hot edition.
The past week was a scorcher, getting up to 94F on Saturday. Walking around the farmer’s market was like walking on Mercury (that’s the really hot one, right?) – with the sun banging off the concrete and frying everyone’s retinas. People brought their dogs! Luckily nearly every stand had a dog bowl. I couldn’t bring TGirl to the Farmer’s Market under any circumstances because apex predator in the domestic world but definitely not in 90F heat. She rarely stirs from in front of the fan on days like this (I’m not a fan of central air – yes, I know. I live in the Midwest in July. Eh. I do have window AC in the bedroom because I am not a danger noodle and even I cannot sleep in a 90F bed. )
As Cinnamon posted yesterday it’s been a weird year for the garden; as I’ve mentioned before I spent all last Autumn curating the garden, moving things to better spots, planting ‘stuff that makes more sense’ , etc. This Spring and Summer were designated Observation Time.
Yah. And then the rains came.
The whole place is awash in weeds. I’ve got lamb’s quarters 5′ tall in some beds. I spend an hour or so in early morning pulling weeds (the only time I can go out before it’s either Mercury-hot or BiteyfromHELL! out there). But … you know what? Largely I’ve left it alone. I just don’t care – not ‘is that all there is?’ kinda don’t care – more ‘yknow… that really looks Just FOINE’ don’t care. The big stuff goes and I trim the beds. Other than that, it’s good.
But! Funny thing happened this season, the Season of Neglect: I got peaches!!! Here’s the backstory: 6? years ago I planted two peach trees (even with self-pollinating trees it’s a good idea to have a pollinator) and a nectarine tree. Season 3 I got a bumper crop of stone fruit.
And that was it.
Mid-spring frosts killed the buds every year from then on and the trees just gave up even trying to poink blossoms out so I decided they were nicely placed shade trees and got on with my life. Back in mid-early Spring I was setting out my amaryllis pots under the central peach tree and saw a small, green peach sitting on the ground. At this point you’d think I would’ve looked UP, into the tree…right? Nah. Not that easy. Instead I wondered ‘hmm.. wonder what bird would drop a peach under my peach tree?’ (sweatergawd I am not making this up – my cognition is… odd… and it’s this oddness that explains why I am not an aerospace engineer)…. it wasn’t until I came upon 2 more and realized it was my own tree, right there! that was bearing the windfall fruit! sigh. Toldja it was odd. Intrigued, I walked over to the other tree in the Hill Border, casually glanced, but didn’t see any peaches, so I though ‘hmm.. okay.. we’ll see this through’ – and promptly forgot about them.
and… (again why I’m not an aerospace engineer)… these aren’t even from the ‘noted’ peach tree – these are from the Hill Border tree! The other tree is a later variety and still ripening. I had an impromptu Picking Party because old people should not ascend ladders unsupervised – 3 friends (one who does not even like peaches!) came over to pick and we had a blast. I’ll do it again (with different friends because ain’t nobody needin’ 2 MORE bushel baskets of peaches) when the other tree ripens.
Btw – my No-bearing nectarine tree? Fruited all the way up. Alas, I’ve never topped that tree so that fruit is 35 feet in the air. Lucky birds ’cause I am NOT going up there.
The scent of peaches is interesting. Alluring but not really smelling of anything concrete and definable, they push their lush(but thin) floral notes through my scent receptors to become the sum of their parts on my tongue and, in doing so, transform into yet another completely different taste/smell. I researched peach scents in perfume and at first I was surprised that I’d smelled so few of the ones listed on Fragrantica – then I realized that, unlike other fruit scents (apple/banana/pineapple), I never even considered peach as a ‘scent’ because, for me, it’s not. Not a scent. It’s an experience. I’ve given this some thought and realized that I wouldn’t even know how to parse that particular experience into perfume. Which is interesting because I have no problem parsing other ‘experiences’ (think CB’s Memory of Kindness (here’s a link to Portia’s gorgeous 2017 post on that glorious scent) and Ambra Grisea (the Brittany coast in early Autumn)
Before you jump on it no, the peach in Mitsouko doesn’t translate to ‘peach’ for me – the bitterness of the peach skin and the touch of the slight pith next to the stone, yes (so, okay – maybe it translates a little. Bite me. Or the peach ;-). The lactones used in peach perfumery do not translate to the scent of actual peaches – at least not for me. Then again, I’m still struggling to define the actual, natural scent of peach. Hey! it’s only been a bazillion years… right? I’ve still got some time.
How does peach translate for you? Can you actually smell it in perfumery? Tell me what it’s like! Tell me your tale and I’ll have the gorgeous TGirl poke a pawnail. She’s thrilled to get some samples out of the Messy Armoire – and so am I!
Oh, Memory Lane!!! So… I was looking for an archived post on Ambra Grisea (which is always a snipe hunt – honestly, if I didn’t have a bottle I’d think I’d made that damb thing up) Anyhoo, in the midst of all that, I came upon this post about TGirl’s coming to stay with us. Honestly, the Universe must just wet its pants laughing at me. TGirl certainly does 😉