I don’t know about you all, but I love, absolutely adore, fresh peaches. Now I’m not talking about those little hard things you can buy at the grocery store. Nope. I’m talking about those huge, tree-ripened, juicy peaches that you can only find for a short time every summer. And now’s the time.
I’m not-so-patiently waiting for Greg to bring me some from Huber’s Orchard. He told me he would. Oh, how I hope he does. I can just about taste that sweet burst of peachiness as you take a big bite and then have to laugh because the juice dribbles down your chin. Maybe tomorrow…I hope tomorrow. If not? Well, I do have a bit of a contingency plan. There’s a little orchard on the west side of Bloomington…not too far from where I work. I can always swing by there after work and pick up a peck of perfectly plump peaches.
The window is open for such a short stretch of time…better get ’em while the gettin’s good!