Our yard is a little nutty. The previous owners were the first and only owners of the house, and the wife apparently fancied herself to be a gardener. They lived here for twenty-seven years and she planted things all over, every year, that entire time. When we first moved in and it all bloomed, it was a little…disorganized, let’s say. Some of it had to go because it wasn’t healthy (elm tree - badgered to death by our Neighborhood Association, heroically on the lookout for errant plant life), or because it was planted too close to the house (don’t plant huge bushes 6 inches from the foundation and then not ever prune them for 3 decades - just saying), or because it was plain nasty (gigantic juniper hedge that was a habitat for every spider, mouse, and snake in the area). But a lot remains and every year in the early summer we see this:
Let me just say that I had to take quite a few pictures of the baby peaches before I finally got one that did not look R-rated. I never realized how inappropriate those little fuzzy golden globes looked before. IfyouknowwhatImean.
It looks like we are going to have a bumper crop this year, which is nice because we didn’t get any last year – all the blooms were destroyed by a nasty hailstorm. The peach tree, alas, is on it’s way out. It is being eaten by carpenter ants. I was really looking forward packing the freezer with peaches this year, but when the ants appeared my husband sprinkled ant killing stuff at the base of the tree and now he is all worried that the peaches will be poisonous. If anyone has any thoughts about whether the peaches are edible, I would be grateful.
And because I love them so -