It is all a bit vaguely erotic, in a 'fecund Mother Nature and her abundant fertility' sort of way, but thankfully we don't stand for any of that auld hippy shite around here. Nope, pick 'em, eat 'em, and poo 'em out. That's our motto. Well, Cian's anyway.
A couple of weekends ago, on what turned out to be a gloriously sunny Saturday, we jumped in the car and headed off to Sobetsu, home to some of Hokkaido's finest fruit growing farms. We had been there back in June to devour our body weight in strawberries, and after our long, hot summer, we were expecting a bumper harvest. We weren't disappointed.
First we had grapes. Or to be scientific about it, red grapes.
Then prunes. Voluptuous ones only mind you. No sagging berries for us.
Then more grapes, green ones this time.
Next, apples.
By this stage Cian's sugar levels were somewhere up in the stratosphere. But the boy is a professional juice junkie; even now he was only having a mild 'buzz'. So, time then, for some more grapes. Black ones, if you please.
To calm him down we took ourselves off for a walk to look at a waterfall. And then we threw Cian into it.
No we didn't (though the thought did cross our minds). Instead we went off to Lake Toya, where Sanae and Cian went and threw stones at the small lake-side shrine.
Before Daddy and Cian sat down and contemplated the serene beauty of Mother Nature (when she's not being overly fecund), and how fleeting and thus so precious, are days like today.
Well, Daddy did. Cian sat there wondering how he could score some more grapes.
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