Apricots and Vintage Pyrex
I am not an apricot lover. I am not a Pyrex collector. But I am in love with how beautiful these apricots are in the one vintage Pyrex piece I own.
We picked these apricots, my children and I, from a tree at the bottom of the hill. They loved the adventure of climbing ladders to pluck the orange fruit from branches. I went from little one to little one, holding them up above my head to reach the apricot they spied. I helped the older ones move and balance ladders so they could climb much higher. And I took a deep breath and let my 5 year old son grow up a little bit more as he climbed higher and ventured further than ever before. I held my breath as I watched him, positioning myself to catch him if he fell but he didn’t. He was careful but steady, cautious but sure. It was a precious moment to watch.
It’s really not surprising that the only Pyrex I’d love would be blue and white striped. I love the soft colors and the bright orange of the apricots together. As complimentary colors, it’s a combination that never grows old.
While I admire the color, my children happily eat fresh apricots (or “ape-er-cots”, as my three year old daughter calls them) and dream of an apricot tree in our own yard. I sigh with happiness for these golden moments of childhood, when adventure lies in age-old activities such as harvesting fruit from a tree. This is summer to me, and I wish it would never end.