Monday June 22nd 2015, 10:18 pm
Filed under: Garden
Filed under: Garden
And then there were peaches. Babcock, homegrown, and ours.
The bird spikes, the cinnamon-covered clamshells that made the whole thing smell like peach pie, the squeaky styrofoam to scare inquiring claws, the bubble wrap are all put away till next time. I had to unthread a handful of leaves that had grown through one slit in a clamshell.
All totally worth it.
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They look perfect!
Comment by Jody 06.23.15 @ 2:29 amWhat a beautiful reward for all your hard work! I can almost smell them.
Comment by Pegi 06.23.15 @ 2:55 amCool! Ours are almost ripe but not quite. Kind of a poor stone fruit year got us though.
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