Just Peachy

There is a peach tree that I see every morning on my walk. I have watched it as it bloomed and set fruit. That fruit is all ripe and hanging heavy on the limbs now. I walked by the other day and the owner was out in her yard. I commented on how much fruit she had. She asked if I wanted it. Apparently, picking peaches off your own tree is not as exciting to some people as it is to me. I thanked her profusely and told her I would be back later with my kids. And I was!



About half went into a cobbler thing. The other half went straight into Bubba's tummy.