….is sorta the story every year between my peach tree and I. I wait, and I wait. Testing the peaches, giving it a few days, testing them again. Waiting a bit longer.
And then, within four hours of them ripening, it’s like all of God’s creation has swooped into that dang tree and stolen every peach off of it. I literally had a squirrel look me square in the eye and hiss at me, one year, when I tried to shoo them all off.
My peach tree is forever the 1985 Christmas rush on Cabbage Patch Dolls.