This peach tree was old when we moved to our house 9 years ago. Every year we’re pleasantly surprised to see it load up with peaches.
After we bought the house, but before we’d come to know every nook and cranny, I said the only thing I’d add would be fruit trees. Winter ended, blooms started appearing, and suddenly I could see we had a pear, a peach, a crab apple, and two cherry trees. None were in the greatest shape. They hadn’t been tended and had all lived long lives already. But, man, the peaches from that tree are unbelievable. Not grocery store pretty, sometimes munched on by worms, but so good. My favorite thing to do is to get the one from the very top of the tree, the one that feels hot to my hand. When I eat that peach, I taste sunshine.
It’s because of this tree that I learned to can. One peach tree grows a LOT of peaches. In the next couple of weeks we’ll be picking and I’ll be listening for jars to pop. Oh, and making peach upside down cakes, some to eat and some to freeze. There’s nothing like eating sunshine when it’s cold outside.
We’ve added quite a few trees in the past nine years – peaches, apples, mulberries, pears, plums, and almonds – gotten our blueberry patch established, and next year we’ll be adding strawberries. But I doubt anything will ever taste better than the first peach I ate off this old tree.