Each Peach
And Stone,
A Universe
Unto Her Own.
The amazing anonymous ginger poet,
with a freshly baked a poem today
Peaches! We got to go peach picking for the first time last season, and the orchard in my meditations all year has smelled exactly like that day. This season we’ve been out to pick sweet cherries, blueberries, and black raspberries – each berry a magical thing. But peeeeaches!! They are fuzzy. You can pet them while they ripen. And they smell soooo good:) So a big juicy burst of gratitude this week to all the orchards that are keeping on growing, and best wishes to you for a good week ahead.
Stay well & keep on going,
Steph & Connie & Sue, too
Click through for Steph’s PEACHES Recipe…
