We planted 7 fruit trees the first spring we were in our house. We used the Christmas money from my fruit stand loving Grandpa Loveridge to pay for them. It seemed fitting. This year we finally got our first big harvest on our peach trees (the past few years we've had just enough to eat.) I suppose we got a little anxious because the branches got too heavy and two of them broke. It was a sad, sad day. Ryan cut up the branches and boxed the nearly ripe fruit up. We got 30 quarts off just those two branches.

1 comment:
Hey I love that song! :*( It's not annoying! Wow look at all those peaches! So sad your tree broke :(
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