Better late than never
|Late harverst peaches — really late!|
My much maligned peach tree. Never known for flavorful fruit, always green, never fragrant. Dried hard fruits that drop unripened in the autumn. This year my brave friend you delivered these golden orbs. Fragrant, oversized, and glorious of color. In your honor, peach-pineapple jam and maybe some sort of cobbler. Better late than never my October Peach. Just to show us, each year is different, each effort is to be honored… with anticipation of delight. I find each day I need to recognize the blessings and relish the joy that presents itself. This tree, each year, a different experience. I cannot hold fast to the past as I may miss a wonderful experience.