The other day I pulled into the driveway and something in the tree caught my eye. I squinted, trying to figure out if it was one of Sammy's balls or toys stuck in the tree. Suddenly I realized what I was seeing - PEACHES. I exhaled in pride, got out of my car, and ran to inspect.
All summer long, our baby Burt was working hard to produce his first batch of produce. We overlooked the fruit all summer until they were bright orange and bursting from the tree. They looked so cozy, nestled in the green leaves. I almost didn't want to pick them. But I'm glad we did.
Right away we picked the peaches so the critters didn't get them. Burt did good. The peaches were soft and fuzzy, a beautiful color, and sticky sweat. They were the kind of peaches you have to bend forward when taking a bite so the nectar doesn't get all over your clothes. It still runs down your fingers and your chin, but that makes it all the better.