This year's peaches were not the best the tree has ever produced, but they were almost as good as the best I've gotten from the store this season. A bit of sugar and some cream makes them tasty enough to bring a bit of additional pleasure to a balmy summer night. Farewell, home-grown peaches. I'll see you again next summer, if the tree and I are both still here then.
Peachy
This year's peaches were not the best the tree has ever produced, but they were almost as good as the best I've gotten from the store this season. A bit of sugar and some cream makes them tasty enough to bring a bit of additional pleasure to a balmy summer night. Farewell, home-grown peaches. I'll see you again next summer, if the tree and I are both still here then.
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