We've talked about planting fruit trees for the last five years. Finally, on the windiest, hottest day this Spring, we did it. I'm not kidding...it was 101 degrees and the wind was blowing 100 miles per hour. I am sure it was no less than 100. Okay, maybe 60. We planted 7 peach, 1 plum, 2 apricot, and 2 fig. Only the thought of those juicy, delicious peaches kept us going. I should say, kept me going. David does not stop until the job is done. I, on the other hand, need lots of motivation. Fresh peaches will do it.
One fig. That's all. But, it carries the promise of a bountiful harvest someday. My mouth is watering. The figs will be for marmalade, but the best way to eat peaches is right by the tree, warm from the sun, juice running down your chin. Pure goodness.
I should show you the sequence of pictures I took trying to get this picture. Very funny. I am saving them for when I need a laugh. It was so windy (have I said how windy it was?) our hats kept flapping and flying off. I could hardy hold my phone out and push the button. David was not happy about the number of tries it took to come out with a decent picture. He will dig however many holes he needs to, but he will not stand still for however many pictures I need to take. We weren't laughing at the time (well, I was), but we are now :)
