The peaces are getting ripe. I have eaten two or three in the last 24 hours. Am about to eat a couple more. Holly and Patrick brought a basket to the house this afternoon. Juice dripping down the chin tangy sweet delight. What a gift. Just yesterday I was weeping over the loss of the cherry crop. The peaches are not as loaded as years past, due to the frosts, but they are there nonetheless.
If everyone had a peach tree in their yard or apartment complex, and if they could all go out and pick a basket and eat drippy squirty juicy peaches in the summertime I think the world would be a happier place.