The peaches are ripe

The kitchen is scented with the perfume of peaches.  Evidently, so are the hills above our house. The fawns, the bucks, the does, the turkeys, the jays and probably every other creature that lives here is visiting and pulling on the tree to get to the fruit.  Yes, the plums and apricots are also delicious, but it is the peaches that brings them flocking to the front yard.  I, too, cannot get enough of the peaches.  Yum.