tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916332485223671615.post6639858397431024623..comments2023-09-30T08:53:15.486-07:00Comments on Shelly Lowenkopf's Blog: The Big Red Onelowenkopfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05198658136254028258noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916332485223671615.post-69304361453575938622007-10-22T18:50:00.000-07:002007-10-22T18:50:00.000-07:00Rhythm. I meant rhythm. Both times. In French it's...Rhythm. I meant rhythm. Both times. In French it's rythme. That's why. Being perfectly bilingual has it's drawbacks: it means you speak and read two languages imperfectly (when you're me).Smilerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916332485223671615.post-10223778807120550952007-10-22T09:52:00.000-07:002007-10-22T09:52:00.000-07:00You have good taste in fruit! :-) I traveled to C...You have good taste in fruit! :-) <BR/><BR/>I traveled to Crete once and ended up staying five months just so I could be there when fig season arrived, because I wanted to be able to pick them fresh and fully ripened off the tree. Sigh. I don't have the kind of lifestyle which affords me that kind of indulgence any longer, but I can tell you it was very much worth waiting for. Crete wasn't bad either. I should write about it some day. So many great characters to work with!<BR/><BR/>I love pomegranates. So much so that when the season arrives, I buy bundles of them and instead of apples, eat a pomegranate a day. Interesting you should post this now because I have a short story in the works which features pomegranates, wouldn't you know.Smilerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916332485223671615.post-73232195457896218502007-10-22T08:45:00.000-07:002007-10-22T08:45:00.000-07:00Shelly: Now you can buy pomegranite juice at Costc...Shelly: Now you can buy pomegranite juice at Costco. I call that cheating! That tart taste-gland-popping juice had to be earned to be appreciated.<BR/>Can't help also but think of the (nowdays) underappreciated writer, William Saroyan, who wrote a story about his father's failed pomegranite venture in the foothills outside Fresno.<BR/>Saroyan... it's Indian summer, and I'm missing home.<BR/>- Karen.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com