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Late summer already, and in the cool days after the first rain I can feel fall pressing close. I went to pick blackberries, but the rain had washed out all their sweetness. Still, my walk brought me to a scrap of old orchard, caught between new houses and the bike path. There were apple trees scattering pale, early apples, a crabapple with squat, red fruit, and there, at the edge of the blackberries, two more trees, plums hanging like clutches of eggs among their dark leaves. I stood under the plum trees with a long stick and whacked at the branches till the fruit fell. (“Can I help you?” a neighbor called, walking into her garden. She looked suspicious. “I’m picking plums!” I called back, holding up a handful as proof. “Oh.” She turned away, reassured or disinterested, and went back inside before I could offer her the fruit.) The plums were almost past ripe, yellow-green bruising purple, and so soft that most split on impact. And they were sweet. Dripping, face-smearing, shirt-staining sweet. I hunted them through the long grass and brambles. When I lifted the crate, the juice ran down my legs. See you soon. Sophie Owner | Baker  TODAY AT MARKET Red & White Apple Gleaner Mountain Rye + Vollkornbrot Malted Chocolate Chip + Bittersweet Chocolate Cookies Oatmeal / Red Berry Scone Buckwheat / Peach Scone Corn / Veg Scone Plum Cake Shortbread FALL BREAD SUBSCRIPTION 12 weeks of bread Every Wednesday, Sept 5 - Nov 21 Baker's Choice Subscription Mountain Rye Subscription The Wednesday market is over. Comments are closed.
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