Early giant white peaches have started dropping from one of our fruit trees. We knew we needed to pick them before the beetles got to them. This afternoon Mark hung precariously from the ladder, while I stood and held onto him and the ladder from below. That is one job he has to do when I am here. Most will need to ripen a bit more before we eat them, freshly sliced for br
eakfast, in a cobbler or homemade icecream. Will I try to make jam?
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