They were delicious. My husband and I walked down in the late afternoon, picked juicy peaches, and gobbled them up. They were warm and as sweet as summer should be! (Don’t worry. We had permission to pick the peaches.)
Every morning, I cannot wait to sneak out onto the glistening morning grass to peer into the eggplant bush. Soon, the beautiful glossy purple fruit will grow until it’s ready for harvest. I’ll, of course, make Eggplant Parmesan.
But until then, it’s a joy to plant seeds, observe their growth, and await a harvest. The simple pleasure of awaiting purple eggplant begins my morning here.