I write from the couch. I cannot stand anymore. I have spent the last five hours doing things to peaches. Eating them, washing them, blanching them in hot water, peeling them, making them into (runny) jam. Needless to say, I am exhausted. And full of peaches. Back tomorrow (or possible Wednesday) with a report from the urban homestead.
And, it’s my birthday. Goodbye 26. Hello 27. Have some peaches.