Laziness and summer fit seamlessly together. I can’t decide whether it’s weather or age that is slowly eliminating urgency from my emotional vocabulary but I could care less which is very different from not being able to care less. Not being able to care less, as in “I couldn’t care less”. suggests that one has arrived at the point where all care has been exhausted. The tank is empty, you’re flying on fumes; you are careless. Whereas I could still care less. The depth of care that I have in reserve to lose would compare the Mindanao Deep with a single tear that I mentally shed on the realisation that summer and winter are a continual series of ”sporting” contests between some of the wealthiest and most petulant people on the planet. The admiration of lesser mortals for those superior beings that can direct any one of a multiplicity of different sized balls at various “goals” is without limit. In my estimation there must be nearly as many people watching sport as there are people watching pornography. I think the sex industry should be thinking about pulling up their socks, or possibly pulling them down, if they want to compete with the vast amount of people who are watching finely honed physical specimens playing with their balls on other commercial channels. Check out these peaches that I just couldn’t resist.
Life’s a peach
Just peachey:)
Very clever post!! Right now I like these balls (peaches) better than soccer balls (and you know what I mean!!)…..
You’re better of with the peaches:)
Peachy post! Those peaches are called Paraguayas here…maybe that´s where they come from. But I expect you couldn´t care less..or could you?!
We call them peches plates or peches de la vigne – either way they’re delicious:)
Peches plates – that makes more sense than the Spanish way!
I love all the names. They’re “doughnut peaches” here. Beautiful photo!
Many thanks for that, Michelle:)
Gorgeous photo.
Many thanks:)
Your photo is a beautiful celebration of summer fruit. So much more exciting than sport, for me anyway.
Peaches are perfect right now!
Certainly are:)
Those peaches look perfect. I noticed some at the farmers market on Saturday, the first of the season. It’s a great time of the year!
The weather here this summer has meant that the fruit is not as luscious and plentiful as usual.
So peachy! 4 bites and you’re done. PS I was referring to So-Ho in my last post
4 bites and your out – of peaches:)
Not a sporty fella then i gather! Ah well. let me know when you are at the bottom of the care barrel until then going with the lazy summer option is a good one! c
I have to tell you, Celi, that I found you in the Spam net today. How has my computer judged you so unjustly:)
Very cool post! And about peaches… Italian Nettarinas are delicious!!!
I could really do with a visit to Italy – Amalfi would be nice:)
Roger at his Curmudgeonly Best!
We had to put up with stupid yacht race people last weekend (America’s Cup Trials). Wish I could come up with some snarkiness equal to ‘playing with their balls’.
Glad to see you’re in the groove – they’re playing with their rowlocks:)
Those look great. We see far more local yellow peaches, but I love the white ones too. Just no sense in buying California ones when I can get local.
If you can get your hands on a local peach, don’t hold back. By the way, I’ll deny that I ever said that:)
Beautiful. I’m back and I’m going to see what’s in the market tomorrow. Vive la France!
Good to hear you’re back:)
Absolutely yummy! I love donut peaches.
I prefer them to ordinary peaches, that’s for sure:)
I made a beach pie yesterday… It was soo good!
Sounds very good:)
If those peaches were people they would be shameless hussies.
What if there had been a peach tree rather than a boring old apple tree in the Garden of Eden. Eve might not have wanted to waste her peaches on tempting a chap:)
I’m amazed at your one-bite restraint. I would’ve left the pit by the time I stopped to take a photo.
Restraint is my middle name:)