Peach time

I know I'm always going on about the figs that are on the tree just above where I stand on the veranda but, because of the weather this year, they aren't ripening very well.

It is peach time, however. This photo is of peaches in the garden last year. Don't they look good?

There were three varieties: yellow, white and red. I say were, because the red one fell over last year. It was cut off at ground level and although a new one has sprung from the stump, it is too soon for it to be having fruit. Then this year, the white peach tree died and had to be cut down. Only the yellow peach tree (the oldest) is left. It was so laden with fruit that Lisbeth had to prop some branches up because they were so heavy they were touching the ground.

It is truly the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!