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peachy! peachy! peachy!

peachy! peachy! peachy!

it’s time once again to harvest the peaches and enjoy The Transformative Power of A Real Peach ( and a little heavy whipping cream ). if you’re able to get the chance you should experience a peach fresh off a tree. amazing.

we’ve pulled maybe 4 dozen peaches off the tree in the past week and there’s at least as many yet to be picked and that’s with plenty of evidence laying around that the squirrels are taking quite a few. there’s such a bounty that we don’t even have to resort to balloon peach decoys!

i see some grilled peaches with balsamic vinegar and caramelized brown sugar in my future.

picking perfect peaches!

picking perfect peaches!

i didn’t think we’d get any peaches this year, what with the brutal frost while the blossoms were out and the devastating drought over the summer. but lo! they survived, and dare i say, thrived. we have so many peaches this year that we didn’t even have to deploy balloon decoy peaches. the squirrels have taken their share and left us with plenty 🙂

and so, once again, we get to enjoy The Transformative Power of A Real Peach ( and a little heavy whipping cream ).

Man versus Squirrel. or The Great Peaches War.

Man versus Squirrel. or The Great Peaches War.

some may recall that last year around this time we though everything was looking peachy for a superb peach harvest until the squirrels swept in just as the fruit approached Peachy Perfection and cleaned out the tree in the span of 48 hours.

i got to enjoy exactly one peach.

my thoughts quickly turned to payback and i wrote, “rest assured, squirrels, that i will remember the taste of The Awesome Peachy Goodness as i plot my revenge. this means war.”

well, a year has passed and i’m coming up short on innovative anti-squirrel measures. i suspect in a week they’ll clean out the tree again if we don’t think of something.

the tree is close enough to a fence and the branches are laden with fruit and sagging low enough that the squirrels can just jump right up on the tree. we thought of tying pushkin to the base of the tree during the day, but he would really, really, really not be happy with that plan. odin is game for shooting them with a pellet gun, but that’s probably asking for trouble. i have some experience with trapping squirrels and thought maybe i could catch one and leave him caged in the tree as A Warning, but i suspect his uncaged mates would be more than happy to work around him. and if they can tear through wood fascia, i think they could make short work of any sort of netting we could put around the tree.

so, we’re left picking underripe fruit in the hopes that they will ripen properly in a paper bag in the kitchen which sort-of works, but a bag ripened peach does not hold a candle to fresh picked.

kris & odin are in search of peach colored balloons for decoys, thinking the squirrels will pop the balloons and be frightened away. i appreciate the novelty of the idea and we’re going to give it a try, but i am skeptical.

who knows, maybe it’ll work. i wonder if the balloons need to be peach colored? supposedly squirrels have color vision but are blue and yellow colorblind, which i think means they could distinguish peach/red from, say, white.

the strawberries are coming!

the strawberries are coming!

finally the strawberries are ready for the pickin’! we got about a gallon of them today and there are many, many more on the way. they are noticeably less bugs and slugs in the garden this year which i assume is a side benefit of The Girls pecking and scratching around the garden.

i think there are few things more enjoyable than fresh berries from the garden.

we’ll freeze most of them, but i think there is a strawberry pie or two in our future. and maybe some homemade strawberrry ice cream. and perhaps some jam.

on The Most Awesome Peach and The Revenge of the Squirrels.



we waited with much anticipation, salivating at the thought of enjoying the fruits of our peach tree’s labor. there was to be a humble peachy celebration on the first harvest, three years after planting the mother’s day gift.

i remained ever hopeful that the fruits, picked at their peak of freshness, would break me of my general disdain for peaches, which i developed from eating mushy, mealy canned versions of the fruit in my younger days.

but apparently, the squirrels were watching, and plotting revenge for my having finally, after years of battle, squirrel-proofed our bird feeder which stands near the peach tree. i imagine, after months of milling about under the bird feeder, that they hatched The Plan.

it was perfectly executed. they took a peach here and there through the growing season, making it appear as if they weren’t Too Greedy. and then, just before the peaches reached Perfection, in the span of 48 hours, they cleaned out the tree. dozens and dozens of peaches simply disappeared almost instantly.

we managed to save just a few, and so, i did get to taste a mindblowingly awesome peach which did, in fact, break me of my general disdain for the fruit.

rest assured, squirrels, that i will remember the taste of The Awesome Peachy Goodness as i plot my revenge. this means war.