{"id":341,"date":"2014-08-17T18:41:53","date_gmt":"2014-08-17T18:41:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=341"},"modified":"2014-08-17T18:43:05","modified_gmt":"2014-08-17T18:43:05","slug":"there-is-a-free-lunch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=341","title":{"rendered":"There is a Free Lunch!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/IMG_3240.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-340\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/IMG_3240.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_3240\" width=\"3264\" height=\"2448\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/IMG_3240.jpg 3264w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/IMG_3240-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/IMG_3240-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 3264px) 100vw, 3264px\" \/><\/a>Staying in the Roussillon, in the south of France, you never have to go hungry.\u00a0 You can gather your breakfast (and lunch) from the trees &#8211; golden glowing peaches, nectarines and apricots.\u00a0 You can pick blackberries from brambles that drape the cypress trees.\u00a0\u00a0 Snap wild pomegranates from the fleshy bushes.\u00a0 Delight in the figs that wantonly thrust themselves at you as you walk on the road, luring first with their scent, then with their sweet fruit.\u00a0 You can wander down the aisles of vines, tasting the juices of the carignon, grenache and muscat grapes before they are crushed for wine.<\/p>\n<p>There is a long tradition that you can walk the length of French Catalonia without coming upon a gate.\u00a0\u00a0 Although these orchards have private owners, so far there are no electronic gates, no watchdogs. \u00a0A few lone fruits given to a passersby won&#8217;t upset the balance of anything.\u00a0 It&#8217;s business, yes.\u00a0 But the earth here gives, and it is enough to nourish those around them &#8211; if only everyone could recognize it.<\/p>\n<p>As Shakespeare writes in <em>King Lear<\/em>, &#8220;ripeness is all.&#8221; \u00a0Yes!\u00a0 Bring it on: the ripeness, the color, the gorgeous sweetness even at the height &#8211; or waning &#8211; of summer. \u00a0In the concentration of sweetness is a consciousness of its impending end. \u00a0 Here&#8217;s to ripeness for all who can grab it &#8211; ripeness for all!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Staying in the Roussillon, in the south of France, you never have to go hungry.\u00a0 You can gather your breakfast (and lunch) from the trees &#8211; golden glowing peaches, nectarines and apricots.\u00a0 You can pick blackberries from brambles that drape &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=341\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[55,52,54,53],"class_list":["post-341","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-ripeness-is-all","tag-roussillon","tag-shakespeare","tag-south-of-france"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4D5qU-5v","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/341","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=341"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/341\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":344,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/341\/revisions\/344"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=341"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=341"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=341"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}