There’s so much to love about summer in British Columbia: greenery, beaches, fresh produce. And most notably, peaches, the best fruit there is.
Admittedly, the stone fruit is widely available all through the year nowadays, thanks to imports from places as far-flung as Chile, Argentina, California and New Zealand. But it’s only irresistible from mid-July to early September, when B.C.’s 600-odd growers gift us with 4.6 million kilograms of velvety, sun-softened, fragrant and fully superior peaches.
Give me a peach in October, and I turn into J. Alfred Prufrock, who famously asked, “Do I dare to eat a peach?”
Give me a peach in July, when I know it’s a fresh Okanagan Redhaven, Glohaven or Cresthaven, picked in Penticton and bursting with flavour? I’ll eat the whole thing before asking myself if I’m hungry.
As I’ve written previously, B.C. fruit is not only downright delicious; it’s practically overabundant most summers.
Blink, and a bucket of blueberries seems to materialize in your house; the same goes for peaches, piled high in their biodegradable, pulp berry baskets and bought for a pittance wherever fresh produce is sold.
Not this summer, though.
Oh we’re never going to keep it to 1.5, we’ve already fucked that. It is possible, though almost assuredly unlikely, that we keep it under 2.0.
I really wish people would listen to the science more as it is giving us tangible gains against climate change
You know how to do that? Eliminate the entire right-wing political structure. The regressives are virulently - and likely to be violently so, sooner than later - against science of any kind. Anti-reality theology is their poison of choice, and they will fight until dead to put that first.
Except that capitalism’s lust for obscene quarterly profits will make the Parasite Class keep us on “business as usual” until the guillotines come out. Which is likely to be when 4-5℃ of warming is locked in, dooming most of humanity if not all of it.