apricots

I dreamt that I was canning apricots and with my grandparents. They were more off in another room, but I was at their home, blanching, skinning and plopping them into jars. As I was peeling one, I wondered if that was really correct? Shouldn't I leave the skins on?  The counters were covered with jars, fruit and a boiling pot of lids. I looked up and Michael Fassbender was there. We didn't know each other that well, but had been introduced. I don't think he was as much interested in the canning as he was my tights. He was on a level lower in the dining area, which had the vantage point of a view under the counter. I continued to focus on my apricots. I had no interest in his interests.

The fruit was beautiful and I enjoyed the repetitiveness of the activity and visuals. It was almost meditative as well as cozy. I felt the more I focused on canning the more he was interested in not canning. I invited him up to view the process, but first decided to remove my tights to get rid of the distraction. He came up and appeared interested, looking at this and that. Then I noticed the box of fresh peaches. They were not any peaches. They were from my grandparents' orchard, fragrant and juicy and as large as your hand. I took one in both hands and with my eyes closed, breathed it in. I could feel him watching me. Was he appreciative of the peaches as well? I peeled it and cut two wedges for him to taste. He immediately separated them from the pit with two fingers. Was he going to eat both or share...