'I could go crazy on a night like tonight
when summer's beginning to give up her fight
and every thought's a possibility
The voices are heard but nothing is seen
Why do you spend this time with me
may be an equal mystery...' 

I can still sing that Indigo Girls song word-for-word, note-for-note, some 23 years later.  This song, like Sting's "Fields of Gold" will always be evocative of that sacred time of year when the sun lazily wakes each day and triumphantly rises to takes her final bow.  When the breeze seems to chase away the soggy, wet air and the hammock begins to look like the perfect place to enjoy a late afternoon nap.  There is no doubt that this is my favorite time of year.  But what I also love about this time of year is that just about everything is in ripe, abundant plenty at the local farmer's market.

And Oh. My. All. The. Peaches!!  

I can never resist gobbling them up this time of year because, truth-be-told, at any other time of year why even bother? After you've tasted a freshly picked, perfectly ripe late summer peach there is no going back to store-bought.  But what happens if (like me) you went a little overboard and bought a few too many?  Have no fear!  You can freeze them.

And alas, I have found the perfect late-summer companion to those sweet frozen peaches:  BOURBON. I'm telling you... It's a match made in heaven.  The perfect combination of sweet & tart, warm & cool, and the absolute best way to enjoy that luscious, lazy, mysterious transition between summer and fall.  

...'and maybe that's all that we need is to meet in the middle of impossibility standing at opposite poles equal partners in a mystery'

"Mystery", Indigo Girls - Swamp Ophelia (1994)

 

  

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