Before Mike and I got married, we worried about money. (Pro Tip: Now that Mike and I are married, we still worry about money sometimes.)
I wasn’t too far removed from my Lutheran Volunteer Corps year, so I had some experience living on a small budget. “We can do waffles or pancakes and canned peaches for dinner!” I declared, recalling an easy, frugal meal from LVC.
Mike looked at me gravely (in the same way, also before we were married, he looked at me when he said, “My house is a Quilted Northern house”). “But I don’t like canned peaches,” he said quietly.
To this day, Mike’s house is a Quilted Northern house. And to this day, while the rest of us enjoy Grandma Lexi’s delicious home canned peaches, Mike abstains.
Even though Mike doesn’t like them, I’ve come to regard peaches (canned or otherwise) with a special fondness. In my mind, they are forever linked to the early days of our life together–to learning how to be a team. (Pro Tip: I’ve come to regard Quilted Northern with fondness, too.)
Wherever you land on the Peach Appreciation Spectrum, please enjoy the sweetness (Pro Tip: See what I did there?) of this peachy poem:
Peaches–Six in a Tin Bowl, Sarajevo
If peaches had arms
surely they would hold one another
in their peach sleep
And if peaches had feet
it is sure they would
nudge one another
with their soft peachy feet
And if peaches could
they would sleep
with their dimpled head
on the other’s
each to each
Like you and me
And sleep and sleep
Of course the Peach Appreciation Spectrum is a thing. Where do you fall on it?