By Jean Blish Siers *
Late on a Friday afternoon, about the time I assumed I could shut my computer down and start my weekend, my phone started ringing. First came a call from a farmer who had seven rows of peach trees that we could glean. The peaches were small – mostly too small to sell – and some had a bit of frost damage on the skin. While the scarring was ... Continue Reading →
By Lynette Johnson *
In my early 20s, I lived briefly in upstate South Carolina. Eagerly stopping at a roadside peach stand one summer day, I asked for a basket of peaches.
What I got was an education. “Ma’am, we have 22 varieties of peaches out today. You’ll need to tell us what kind you want.”
It’s peach season again, so I found myself dithering at a roadside stand in Virginia last weekend. Just three choices this time, though, all freestone. I chose ... Continue Reading →