Come On Over

“Peaches, ripe for the picking,” my neighbour tells me from atop his tractor as he passes by. “We can’t eat them all.” No need to ask me twice. This morning I headed over with an empty picking sack. I’ll be honest, in all the years I’ve lived next door to this farm, I thought they…

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Peach Diversity

When we first moved into the small French village where we live, our elderly neighbors brought over some peaches from their orchard. They weren’t peaches I’d ever seen – greenish-grey, furry enough to be mammal rather than plant, and upon pulling them open, they were burgundy red inside. They tasted like they’d been marinated in…

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