If You Don't Like My Peaches Don't Shake My Tree

Dare I say that the power of the pixel is as mighty as the power of the pen? These luscious ladies are adorning our countertop as I write. They are soon to be separated between ripe and ready and slightly too young. Those ready will be devoured before the sun sets twice. We cannot claim growership on these but they do hail from southern IL, a town called Calhoun, known for its peaches. The young man selling them told me he ate so many yesterday he had a belly ache. Ah, sweet summer, it tis.