The peaches on the tree have been looking plump and gorgeous, but you can’t always tell by looking.  Mom wanted to go out and gently squeeze some, but after her last bad fall back there a couple of weeks ago we’ve both been nervous about her making the trek on her own.  We linked arms and took a stroll and started feeling up peaches.

Most still had more time to go, but some had ripened enough that we picked them, thinking to have peaches and cream, but we got so enthusiastic Mom decided there might be enough for cobbler.  So that’s what we did, made the first peach cobbler of the season.  I am resolutely waiting until after dinner to eat it.  I am mighty and disciplined.   But I would not have had so much fortitude if I had not done much peach sampling in the peeling and slicing stage. Oh, sweet heaven!

I thank the Green Man and the peach tree for the beautiful bounty this year.  The entire neighborhood will share in it.

But not our peach cobbler!  That’s just for us.

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