I think peaches are my favorite thing to can, except, "it's one for the jar, one for me".
Ode to the Peach
Oh how I love you
Your sweet, juicy flesh
The color of summer
There's nothing sweeter than you, my love.
You're so cute and fuzzy.
I like to chop you up, you make everything better....
smoothies, pie, cobbler, pancakes, yogurt...
mmm... sweet!
Oh my sweet husband,
I feel pain for you, not being able to eat peaches.
I hope that in heaven you live in a peach orchard.
(this is why I don't write poetry- I've challenged my kids to write something better)
Oh how I love you
Your sweet, juicy flesh
The color of summer
There's nothing sweeter than you, my love.
You're so cute and fuzzy.
I like to chop you up, you make everything better....
smoothies, pie, cobbler, pancakes, yogurt...
mmm... sweet!
Oh my sweet husband,
I feel pain for you, not being able to eat peaches.
I hope that in heaven you live in a peach orchard.
(this is why I don't write poetry- I've challenged my kids to write something better)
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