We cannot claim growership on these but they do hail from southern IL, a town called Calhoun, known for its peaches. The young man selling them told me he ate so many yesterday he had a belly ache. Ah, sweet summer, it tis.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
If You Don't Like My Peaches Don't Shake My Tree
Dare I say that the power of the pixel is as mighty as the power of the pen? These luscious ladies are adorning our countertop as I write. They are soon to be separated between ripe and ready and slightly too young. Those ready will be devoured before the sun sets twice.
We cannot claim growership on these but they do hail from southern IL, a town called Calhoun, known for its peaches. The young man selling them told me he ate so many yesterday he had a belly ache. Ah, sweet summer, it tis.
We cannot claim growership on these but they do hail from southern IL, a town called Calhoun, known for its peaches. The young man selling them told me he ate so many yesterday he had a belly ache. Ah, sweet summer, it tis.
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Ah yes, the sweet fragrance of a fresh tree-ripened peach.
Remember the yummy peaches ferried up north from southern Illinois via a wayward traveler on a scooter? Yum.
Seems like years and years ago. Actually, it was. Which concludes this thought.
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