In article >,
"The Ranger" > wrote:

> My MIL is a former farmgal. Her family had a huge spread of land
> and grew many different types of fruits and nuts throughout her
> lifetime. Being the oldest, she was privy to The Secret. She
> became as much the reason for her farm's success as her dad; she
> could get things to grow-and-produce where many others would fail.
>
> When she was old enough, she took advantage of getting married and
> moved off the farm and into the city. She never lost that magical
> green thumb, though, and it shows up every season around this time
> with a truly special golden globe that's sweet, succulent, and
> Spawn's favorite fruit.
>
> Spawn is The Climber. She morphs into a spider monkey every June
> and picks the fruit that is at the top of each tree. Her reward
> has always been a bag for her to nosh after each harvest.
>
> Since the fruit is an orangish color, Spawn's always referred to
> it as Golden Balls, but only to my MIL.
>
> Imagine my chagrin when we're both at the store this past week and
> she begins to animatedly point to the fruit display exclaiming,
> "Golden Balls! Golden Balls! Can we get some?"
>
> I looked over to where I thought she was pointing and saw "Naval
> Oranges," "Juice Oranges," "Pixies," and "White Nectarines."
>
> "We grow most of those already. Why do I want to buy them?"
>
> "No. No." she continued pointing.
>
> I looked again. Behind the Pixies was a much smaller "box" of
> apricots. I still didn't understand, and apparently my face showed
> this puzzlement so Spawn took me by the hand directly to what she
> was talking about.
>
> "Them!"
>
> The sign under the fruit read, "Blenheim."
>
> "Oh..."
>
> "Up. Please hold a bag. I'll pick."
>
> Yes ma'am.
>
> It's nice to know that she's been paying attention during each
> harvest. Those were some of the most delicious apricots I've had
> in a long time. We finished the 8-lb bag in two days.
>
> We're off to the farmers' markets today and tomorrow to load back
> up on spinach, peas, and, of course, apricots.
>
> The Ranger
> --
> Spawn is her own little girl. She knows what she likes and she
> knows that I'm not always going to be in agreance.



Dear Ranger,
Just so you know ‹*I hate you.
Love,
Barb
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