A moment in my life: Peaches

So many entertaining things happen in my life in Swaziland. These are the moments I will want to remember because they make me laugh, and they show insight into my daily routine. These moments are often hard to photograph and usually last only a minute or two. I will start sharing them with you in this occasional series. 

I found peaches at the grocery store last week, which surprised me because I could not find them at the market. Apparently, the peach season is still continuing somewhere in South Africa. 

I had thought I had had my last peach of the year a few weeks ago when I made peach cobbler for my make’s birthday, so I was excited for a few more. 

    
I made a cobbler again, and I took the last two peaches I had to make, because she loves them. Make was as excited about the peaches as the money I gave her at the same time for my electricity. 

Two of my bosisi were nearby and both swarmed her, desperately wanting the peaches. Make started eating one right away and stashed the other in her pocket. 

The girls weren’t giving up, still begging for a bite, and make wasn’t giving in. She deftly sent them inside for something so she could start eating the second peach in quiet. It was the funniest thing I had seen all day, and it was excellent to have a few belly laughs. 

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2 Responses to A moment in my life: Peaches

  1. Susan Kemp says:

    You know I am as excited as make about peaches. i would love to have some cobbler with fresh peaches1

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