Love summertime. Love laying on my back and watching the stars at night. Love listening to the crickets and the bull frogs and all the magical sounds of a summer’s evening. Love having Credence Clearwater Revival playing in my head long after the music has stopped. Best of all, I love peaches. I love the way the juices of the fruit run down my chin. I love the way the fuzz tickles my face. Biting into a freshly picked peach is like taking a bite right out of summer itself.