Size doesn’t matter

A real treat on my morning rounds of irrigation duties is a stop at the old peach tree to sample its fruit. The original tree died years ago during a spell of global cooling. A new tree emerged from the root stock and produces fruit the size of ping pong balls. Smaller, actually. With enormous pits relatively speaking. But taste? Powerful. A whole big peach’s worth of flavor stuffed into its fuzzy little body.

The most surprising thing of all is that these little gems are actually reaching maturity. Sweet, juicy, and wonderful! And for some odd reason, the marauding bands of thieves haven’t decimated the crop. Neither horses nor raccoons have discovered them—yet. I’ll just enjoy them for now.