Local fruit has arrived at the Union Square market. Berries and New Jersey peaches and then there was this tray of plums. Was it the realness of all the hues of ripeness from dense greens to sticky reds, the crumpled leaves, the bruises, the rusticity of the wooden tray they were in. This was no ordinary tray of plums. This was the embodiment of a life, of orchards ands seasons slipping away which as it comes perilously close to disappearing, we desperately want more than ever. I didn't buy any, I didn't want just a few, I wanted the whole tray
