Ese, of “Ese’s Voice”, has set us a challenge of writing a haibun including either the word “bridge” or “fountain.” I chose the former in a paean to spring’s wealth of fruit.
I stand by the kitchen garbage can eating cherries. Pull out the stem, toss it away, pop the cherry in my mouth. The decision: roll it around for mouth feel, enjoying the coolness and smoothness before eating it OR eat it immediately, savoring the juicy summer taste of it before spitting the pit (or letting it drop) into the can. I’m hungry and the taste is exquisite. It’s Sherlockian eating…elementary, my dear Watson…just eat and spit, eat and spit. The pits make a satisfying sound as they hit the takeout container that held the ribs my husband brought home from a work lunch, pork ribs smoked over applewood, then glazed. The leftovers reside in the fridge until tomorrow.
Spring is an orgy of fruit, beginning with strawberries, segueing into raspberries, blueberries and blackberries; delicacies that are the bridge between the stored or imported fruits of winter and the in-season, freshly-picked indulgences of summer. Outdoor markets are awash with heaping baskets of colorful fruit, perfect for al fresco lunches, submarined in glasses of champagne or sangria, or eaten greedily out-of-hand from bushes or baskets.
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