The nectarine tree in the yard is pregnant with fruit.  The firm, juicy orbs are just days away from their peak ripeness.  I’m envisioning the warm crisps and flaky pies I’ll soon be making. The heavy clusters of fruit have already broken a large branch.  I should have culled them in March, but I missed the chance and always feel guilty not giving each one the chance to ripen.  A few sun-soaked fruit on the East side of the tree are already ripe.  I had a fresh bowl of slices sprinkled with key-lime juice this afternoon.  For my late night snack, I’ve concocted a ham and nectarine sandwich with tangy mayo, gruyere cheese and a bit of peppery arugula.  Summer has arrived.