I absolutely adore nectarines.
So when I saw this lovely, lovely example of a tropical variety, I just couldn't walk past it. Actually, that is a little fib, I did walk past it several times, back and forth, back and forth, trying to talk myself either in or out of buying it, I'm not sure which. Then a vision of a delicious fresh nectarine won out, and little White Sunset trundled along home with Felix and me.
Now I don't know if you are wondering about the title or not.
In my crazed attempt to squeeze the letter "V" out of my new tropical nectarine, I looked up the Latin name, and there came across all this information about nectarines actually being peaches, but without the fuzz. Now there is nothing I like better than I peach without fuzz, so growing a defuzzed one suits me just fine.
See, this Sunday is my father's birthday... and while I didn't get the nectarine with dad in mind, the more I think of it, the more I think he would love it. And if you give something you love to someone you love and you think they will love it, then that's got to be a good thing, right?
See, I'm still walking back and forth with little White Sunset.
I really hope my father doesn't read this post.