Grab a peach

Peach, Fruit, Red, Yellow, Juicy, Ripe

I pick my first peach in the backyard tree. Nothing cools June as biting into the first peach of the year. The dog jumps up and down, and the kids point and catch for top branches. “Get that one, get it.”
There is a nice cling peach, about four feet up. I select it, and the smell of pollen strikes the senses as I sting in.
I get a bucket along with the trusty wood cherry-picking ladder. My brother and sister and the uncles and aunts await my tree to get into year. It is time to see how many excellent peaches the scrub jays have snacked on in the treetop. May be as I pick, I’ll snack on a few like these pesky birds.
“Throw down some. Throw down some” I find a nice cling and throw it down. I select one for myself. The sticky juice gets on my palms as I throw the fuzzy clings into the bucket- ker-plunk.
I have about twenty to thirty fine big ones. The branch starts to bough under the bucket. Pesky bird. You can have all the tree back. My sister just wanted some peaches.
I find another good snacking cling. Might as well get a good one off the treetop while I’m up here. It’s a sunny day. Summer is here.

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