There was a peach tree orchard in front of the window. The trees were short and skinny with few narrow leaves; peaches were huge – pink, white, and yellow globes that separated easily from the pit. Some summers, there would be so many peaches on the trees that skinny trees couldn’t bear the weight of the fruit and branches would break. We would wake up early in the mornings, run into the orchards, and quickly pick peaches up from the ground. They were pleasingly cool with velvety skin. Their strong scent would… Read More