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Sooner than we thought

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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