Sunday afternoon. I'm wearing my favorite maxi dress that makes me feel like a goddess. I went in my in-law's backyard to pick peaches from their tree. The hanging fruit's sweetness permeates my nose and fills my head with ideas of pies, cobblers, and sweet cream. I reach above my head to pick a beautifully ripened globe when Mr. Branflake sneaks up behind me and whispers in my ear, "You're beautiful."
Suddenly, peaches have become the most romantic fruit ever.
What's your favorite way to eat peaches?
Besides, of course, with a handsome man feeding them to you. Heh.