Okay, now I'm sick of peaches...

So I planted a peach tree 3 springs ago. This was its 3rd summer in the ground and we finally received a decent crop (last year I got 1 peach).

So since I was jealousy guarding my substantial crop from the birds this year, I might have gone a little overboard. I started by putting tin foil in the tree to help frighten the birds. This seemed to help but not enough. Next I covered the whole tree with netting to keep the birds out.

This worked wonderfully but my neighbors might think I'm a little overprotective of my fruit. I had 84 peaches. Glorious, wonderfully sweet, deep red peaches.

We bottled peaches, of course.

I made a peaches and creme tart with vanilla ice cream.

I made peach/jalapeno jam which is wonderful on cream cheese with crackers.

Merril likes it on peanut butter sandwiches but whatever.

And now I'm kind of sick of peaches. We ate a lot of them with lunch or for snacks and with half and half for breakfast. It made me think of pioneers and how they must have gorged themselves when fresh fruits and veggies were plentiful during the summer. How during the bleak winter months, they would dream of fresh melons, fresh corn on the cob, fresh tomatoes, carrots, apples, etc.

I'm hoping that next year I won't be so protective of my fruit because there should be more of it. But this year I wanted it, all of it. I didn't want the birds to nibble one bite of those peaches that took 3 years to grow. Sorry birds. Better luck next year.