Eat a Peach
"It's just so beautiful and relaxing in the peach orchard, Buck," Steve said with a refreshing sigh.
"Remember when my Ma used to buy a crate of peaches and put up them up in jars?"
"I sure do. I remember at least one year, my birthday cake was peach upside down."
"I remember that too. Nothing as delicious as a perfect, ripe peach. Except maybe, a perfect ice cold plum."
"Or, a pluot."
"Yeah.... they sound weird, but taste amazing."
"The new-fangled modern food is not always bad," Steve said.
"Well, I'm still pretty happy about this basket of good, old-fashioned peaches."
"It's such a beautiful day, I just want to sit down right here and eat it."
"I'll peel it for you," Bucky said, pullling out a very reasonable swiss army knife.
"Thanks, Buck! I'll share my pocket handkerchief."
Steve pulled out his hanky, and Bucky peeled and sliced a perfectly ripe and juicy peach, and for that moment, they were in paradise.