Jennifer and I went to the fruit tree sale this morning. This year they held it at the Rice Stadium Concourse because of how popular it has become. Jen got three kinds of pear, a kumquat, and a lemon. I got a tropic snow peach and some brightwell blueberries, both suited to the low chill hours in my area. The blueberries will be close, but other people said they had had success with this variety. We were there early to get a good place in line, so we had a chance to do a little homework on what we wanted. A couple of the folks next to us in line were extremely savy. Jennifer made friends with a lady named Judy, and I asked a lot of questions from some guy that had all of the appearances of being homeless, but turned out to be some sort of Luddite home-owning gardening genius.
This was part of the line (it was looping half way around the stadium) that was still in place after we had checked out, loaded our cars, and returned our wagons. The people want their fruit, but if they got there late, they didn't get any.
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