One Great Bite
by Ann Thurlow
Even though they're both pretty great, you don't usually say spring and peaches in the same breath.
Unless you are friends with Paul Offer and he, by some kind of magic, gives you a homegrown peach in May. He grows them, I don't know how, and he sells them. But don't go looking for those big buxom things you find in late, ripe summer. These pretties are sweet and delicate as the breath of a baby. Though they taste like a peach, they are as fragile as a cherry blosson. You sniff the skin and are besotted.