|Peaches won't tell me when they're ready|
I took this picture of the plums the day before I thought of picking them. Alas, the weather turned on me and it rained and rained and rained. After several days I went back and found them gone. The deer, you see, don't care if it rains and as I wasn't there to stop them, they had themselves a feast.
Ah, well. Live and learn. Now I have these peaches. I feel them and sniff them and still I can't quite tell if they are ripe. I thought they would blush a bit and they have but very slightly. They still feel hard, but I can almost feel the deer waiting for me to declare them ripe so they can come under the cloak of darkness and snatch them once again right out from under my nose.
Well, I picked a few and I'll see what they taste like and then we'll see. Please don't tell the deer!