The squirrels might have eaten our peaches, but they didn't eat
all the peaches. Yesterday after taking Peter to the train, we headed over to a pick-your-own orchard in Fishkill, New York (about 20 miles west of the Connecticut/New York border) and picked 17 pounds of sweet and juicy peaches.
The peach trees in the orchard were drooping with the weight of the peaches. What a beautiful sight!
Up close there's nothing as gorgeous as ripe peaches.
Mary and Brad agreed that the taste was perfection! Last night I made a cobbler, started two batches of peach salsa for canning, and left a few to just eat raw.
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