Tonite I had plans to meet Jackie at the Union Street Farmers Market in Gainesville. First, however, I was going to take my kids to hit the persimmon tree outside Dreamer’s Garden.
Jackie called a little before 4 to tell me that it was pouring in Gainesville–that it wasn’t just a 10 minute rain shower but an ongoing weather event. Alachua was gray but precipitation free. I wasn’t too worried about the rain–the kids and I would always pick rose petals in downpours. But of course, our front door was just 50 feet away.
As I was loading a 5 gallon bucket into the car, it started raining. Perfect, I thought. The storm has left Gainesville and entered Alachua. But as we began driving into Gainesville, I realized that the storm did not relocate, but rather, it expanded it’s target.
Gainesville was pouring sheets of rain and I aborted the mission, turning around on 441, heading home. Only then the sky was so promising and the rain was so light that I decided to give it a go one more time and head back to Gainesville. Only to then re-enter the wash of rain, prompting me, once again, to hang a u-turn.
I am so very disappointed. I think some sort of fruit deprived malaise is taking over my soul. I must get my jam life in order. I need to surround myself with the smell of cooking fruit. Feel the heat of sterile glass jars. I need the security of stockpiling jar upon jar of deliciously healthy confections. I need color and order and things a plenty.
I need local fruit. The seed of my desire.