Reminds me of something I saw in 1981 in No. California...
I was living way the fuck out in the sticks, growing a little illicit something or other, in the kind of remote setting necessary for that sort of enterprise. I didn't have electricity or phone or even running water, but I did have a propane refrigerator and a 12 volt car stereo and a well, so i was ok.
Just north of the property line of the ranch i was on in this little rermote valley was the remnants of someone's farm. There were no structures left, but there was tracxtor parts and the rusted hulk of a Model T, and a gnarly old apple tree. One day while the sun was beating down on me I walked over to see if there were any apples on the tree, and when i got closer i noticed that a tree right next to it didn't look the other trees in the area.
It was right in the middle of the summer, when the temperatures in the Sacramento Vallery get well over a hundred and ten every day and don't drop below ninety at night, and we were getting baked in more than one sense of the word.
I went up to the tree and well whaddya know...it was a big old apricot tree, and it was full of fruit. Well almost full. The deer had known about the apricots for awhile, and they'd managed to eat all of the fruit that they could possibly reach (refer to your photo). The ground underneath was all trampled and bare, with the cloven prints of deer clearly visible in the dust. They'd had quite a feast.
Lucky for me there was still a lot left out of their reach, so i went back to the cabin and grabbed a paper sack and damn near filled it with golden, ripe, apricots. I put it in my fridge and for the next week i had ice cold apricots to treat myself with in the frying pan heat of summer.
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Date: 2006-07-20 12:16 pm (UTC)I was living way the fuck out in the sticks, growing a little illicit something or other, in the kind of remote setting necessary for that sort of enterprise. I didn't have electricity or phone or even running water, but I did have a propane refrigerator and a 12 volt car stereo and a well, so i was ok.
Just north of the property line of the ranch i was on in this little rermote valley was the remnants of someone's farm. There were no structures left, but there was tracxtor parts and the rusted hulk of a Model T, and a gnarly old apple tree. One day while the sun was beating down on me I walked over to see if there were any apples on the tree, and when i got closer i noticed that a tree right next to it didn't look the other trees in the area.
It was right in the middle of the summer, when the temperatures in the Sacramento Vallery get well over a hundred and ten every day and don't drop below ninety at night, and we were getting baked in more than one sense of the word.
I went up to the tree and well whaddya know...it was a big old apricot tree, and it was full of fruit. Well almost full. The deer had known about the apricots for awhile, and they'd managed to eat all of the fruit that they could possibly reach (refer to your photo). The ground underneath was all trampled and bare, with the cloven prints of deer clearly visible in the dust. They'd had quite a feast.
Lucky for me there was still a lot left out of their reach, so i went back to the cabin and grabbed a paper sack and damn near filled it with golden, ripe, apricots. I put it in my fridge and for the next week i had ice cold apricots to treat myself with in the frying pan heat of summer.
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Date: 2006-07-20 09:33 pm (UTC)