Sometimes it bears celebrating the harvest.
Especially when all that’s involved is a peach.
One peach that made it as a nub in April to something glorious in August.
Which was why we waited for the fam to gather last night, so we could all witness the plucking of the bounty.
And there it is.
And the peach.
The boys and the peach.
And…the memory of the peach.