Happy glow of peaches, coral-pink against a grey-white sky and sorry drying leaves affected by hot August days. I almost lost a baby peach tree, hot and cranky in his plastic bassinet until I trust enough that he can set his feet into the earth and stand alone.
Soft and steady showers from a mindless Mother Nature who took her full breasted clouds away to work the world down south. Until she heard the cry of baby peach trees and quiet green tomatoes.
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