Juicy...

What is it with the fruit up here?

Call me spoiled, but I am used to driving down to the fruit stand and being able to buy a load of peaches as big as my fist and sometimes bigger, that are juicy, sweet, and delicious. Here, you get them at the grocery store and they are about as big as a golf ball and just as hard. Yum.

I want central California fruit!

Also...I heard a song the other day. So wonderful and moving, so I thought I should share the lyrics with you.

Looks Like Muskrat Love

Muskrat, muskrat candlelight
Doin the town and doin it right
In the evenin
Its pretty pleasin

Muskrat susie, muskrat sam
Do the jitterbug out in muskrat land
And they shimmy
And sammys so skinny

And they whirled and they twirled and they tangoed
Singin and jingin the jango
Floatin like the heavens above
It looks like muskrat love

Nibbling on bacon, chewin on cheese
Sammy says to susie honey, would you please be my missus?
And she say yes
With her kisses

And now hes ticklin her fancy
Rubbin her toes
Muzzle to muzzle, now anything goes
As they wriggle, and sue starts to giggle

And they whirled and they twirled and they tangoed
Singin and jingin the jango
Floatin like the heavens above
It looks like muskrat love

La da da da da ...