How delighted we were with our crop of peaches off this young tree. The tree was so full and green this year, much more than usual, and this is the most fruit it has ever born. Exciting! Nothing compares to a fresh tree-ripened peach warm in the sunshine, and bursting with juicy sweetness.
I climbed the step ladder and began harvesting all this richness.
Its funny how peaches have hardly any stems at all, but cling almost to the branch directly.
“I’m in an awkward spot, Penny, would you mind climbing up to fetch that last peach just beyond my reach? Thanks so much.”
A picture of bounty, that makes makes my heart happy. All from our own tree.
Late summer days full of sunflowers are so cheerful.
The queen upon her sunny throne.
I have a yummy treat in mind; let us gather a few fresh fall raspberries…
…and slice one of those still-warm-from-the-sunshine peaches, add a little cream….
And dig in!!
Care for a raspberry with cream?
I’m thinking of a song, are you?
“Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin;
God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied;
Come to God’s own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest home.”
what a wonderful series of photos and story. Your ending song is heart warming!