Somethings are best left untouched
I just spent a few days above Oroville lake helping
a friend work on their house.
Jeff has spent the last few years planting fruit trees on the 20 plus acres he owns out side of Chico. I'm not talking just a few trees, the orchards he has planted require a lot of love on the scale Jeff is farming. It takes him most of the day
to water them in the hot summer sun. The local deer and the squirrels want in on the action, always trying to get their piece of the pie. Battling pests and molds in a organic manner. Farming is one of his passions, as of now Jeff does not sell his fruit. He gives it freely, as blessing to his friends, family and church.He said that a lady from his church used his peaches in a salsa recipe she entered and won first place in the county fair . I've char grilled his nectarines, and used them in ice cream that I made the most amazing ice cream sandwiches with (see my previous posts).
I have to say that there is something about special about working hard all day, then picking the perfect peach and eating as the sun sets. Smelling the sugars in the air. Juices flowing down your wrist dripping from your dusty elbow.
