One peach. Looking at our two peach trees, that’s the total number of peaches I found yesterday. The trees bloomed so beautifully this spring and then we had a late, hard freeze for a couple of nights. And now we have one peach.

It will be a beautiful peach, I’m sure, once it ripens. I’m just as sure the birds will get to it before we do. As they say in baseball: Wait till next year.

The one and only

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