"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw

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Thursday, April 18, 2013

P is for Peaches


P!!!



Big sweet bites
Sticky juice dripping off my chin
Peachy bliss



Last summer I bought some lovely ripe local peaches.
Some were devoured immediately and some went into
becoming delectable Ginger Peach Jam.
The others became a Peach Pie.
!!YUMMY !!
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7 comments:

  1. Sandee8:23 AM

    I love peaches. I'm coming over for some of that jam and the pie too.

    Have a fantastic day. ☺

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  2. Helen8:36 AM

    Peaches, oranges, mangoes eating fruit with sweet juice ... dripping down my chin is just fine!!

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  3. Sandy8:52 AM

    Ginger peach jam, sounds yummy. MIL used to can peaches, thanks for the memories.

    A-Z

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  4. Dana8:56 AM

    Ginger-peach jam sounds wonderful! Now I'm really longing for summer. :)

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  5. messymimi11:34 AM

    The Ruston peaches will be in soon -- and we can hardly wait!

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  6. stephen Hayes4:34 PM

    You've succinctly captured the essence of peachiness.

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  7. Tyrean Martinson4:57 PM

    Great picks and great poem. Yum! :)

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