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This is the peach tree in our front yard, with its Dali crutch. There are others scattered on the property.
In March, we got these deliciously fragrant blossoms.
And in April, we got fuzzy baby peaches. They stayed green and tart (the guinea pigs seemed to enjoy them with their woody pits) before they disappeared.
I'm guessing that spring 2007 was too wet, and spring 2008 was too dry for the peaches to ripen properly. A few determined deer sneaked up to pluck the fruit anyway, which was an amusing sight. Deers' mouths are so narrow I thought that they looked as though they were chewing on mini-footballs with their plier-shaped jaws.