You know what this is?

Day: 580
High Temp: 83F

It's a celebration, bitches!

Okay, so most of you did not expect to click on this post to find me quoting Kanye. But the truth is, this is sort of a celebration. More commonly, one might refer to it as a baby peach. Or perhaps a peachito (okay, melocotonito), or a peachling.

Tom and I have this really sad, scraggly looking tree in the back. When we first saw the Mint House, our landlady told us it was a peach tree, but said she wasn't sure if it had given fruit in the past few years. No surprise, looking at the poor thing. It's only a foot taller than I am, has cracks in the main trunk, and is leaning precariously at a 45 degree angle.

So we weren't sure what we had back there, but we did want to coax it back to life, if possible. It was green and leafy at the end of last summer, and so we watered it when it was active, hoping that would do it some good. Then once we saw buds starting to appear this spring, Tom began feeding it with this great organic seaweed juice. A few weeks later, we had a riot of blossoms, and soon after that, these little almond shaped fuzzy guys were everywhere. Celebration!!

And, do you know what this is....

It's a surprisingly big bowl of culled baby peaches. Apparently culling the tree when the peaches are about this size is good to ensure you have a nice crop of large and sweet fruit, as opposed to a plethora of tiny, hard and bland fruit. So, I did the deed this afternoon. It's hard to say bye to those little guys, but I swear, for each one I pulled off, there were 2-3 other on the tree. And fear not, these little guys will play an important role as compost for the fall garden!

If things continue on this positive path you might just find a jar of homemade Texas peach butter in your stocking next Christmas! Fingers crossed.