what a peach!
If you are a member of our extended family, odds are good you know we host a small tribute each late August to the Goddess of Peaches. This in no way runs counter to a Supreme Being belief…in fact, it supports it in the most beautiful way. For if Palisade, Colorado, didn’t grow the juiciest, down-your-arm-dripping, don’t-wear-your-white-shirt peaches, Kate might not be part of the planet in the way she is. And what a loss that would be for all of us.
I’ll spare you the details, but a road-trip to the Western Slope for peaches figures into the equation. And equation is precisely the right word, for if ever a woman struggled with the constants and variables of prospective motherhood, it would be this one.
I come from a long line of great mothers, and I was rightfully frightened that my skills would fall short. Now, that may have something to do with my older sister having told me I couldn’t be a mother because I stood my baby doll on its head to put clothes on it because it was faster. But maybe not, Marilyn.
No, mine was the mid-80s professional puzzle. Could I have a career and a child and do well by both? It sounds so silly nearly 30 years later, but the question nearly drove me mad. So much so that my OB/GYN–and one of my clients–diagnosed me with “…a case of galloping ambivalence” at one of my prenatal visits.
But Divine Intervention…and Palisade peaches…and voila!
Best project of my life.
“Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.” ~ Alice Walker