Brian loves trees. Particularly fruit trees.
He is constantly scouting for discounted trees at the end of the season. We have pecan, peach, pear, cherry and apple trees in our yard right now. (Oops, I've just been informed by Cainan that the cherry tree died.....apparently without my notice.)
I like trees and all, but to tell the truth I don't pay much attention to them. (Obviously.) They are still really young and they don't produce edible fruit yet, so I don't find them too exciting.
Earlier this summer though that all changed. Our peach tree actually had some beautiful peaches on it. They were about the size of a tennis ball and there were at least 8 of them on the tree. We were so excited to have fresh peaches.
We patiently waited for them to get ripe, checking the fruit everyday. One day Brian asked me to feel the peaches to see if they were ready to be picked. I squeezed and poked and sniffed and determined that they needed another couple of days.
The next morning we went outside and found this: