(Erie, MI) On a recent trip to Erie Orchards, the atmosphere was redolent with the intoxicating aroma of ripe peaches, attracting both peach pickers and yellow jackets galore.

And yes - I was also reminded of the Presidents of the United States song "Peaches," although it was one of my children who recalled the tune:

Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free

While I did pay for my picked peaches, I must admit that I plucked a ripe peach from the tree and sank my teeth into a peach direct from the tree. There are few pleasures in life as satisfying as eating fresh-picked fruit, and the nectar of a savory peach in the fall is fructal ecstasy.


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