Peach pickers of the world, Unite! If you don't want to pick peaches until you are 97 like I am, you need to form a Union!
So on Labor Day I went to my house in Springville and picked 2 peaches. Harold picked the rest of them. The tree was really loaded and one of the branches cracked from the load.
Harold talked me into climbing up on the step ladder for a picture. "Pretty good for a kid of 97 years. Can't believe I'm that old but that's what the calendar says."
Harold planted new grass in the backyard where I used to park my truck. It's looking a lot better now.
