Well, all is not lost. Those peach halves that were dropped contained the seed. Now, hundreds of tiny peach trees are popping up in the lawn beneath the trees. I am elated even though these tiny trees will most likely not bear the large juicy peaches that we desire. They ARE peach trees, however, and you have to start somewhere. A new orchard closer to the house is in the making! Tomorrow will find me out back with a shovel and flower pots. The tiny trees will be dug, planted and babied until they grow to about four feet tall. Then...the work. Those dozens upon dozens of peach trees will be grafted with limbs from our one remaining "good" peach tree. We have one tree that I grew from a seed about five years ago. We had been on a trip to Georgia to visit our new grandbaby when we purchased some peaches to bring home. On a whim, I planted a seed and the rest is history! The tree is amazing! Small cuttings will be taken from that tree and grafted on the seedling peaches from the back orchard.
I am sure glad that Pop taught me all of the farm tricks that he knew. Sometimes I have trouble remembering just how things were done but if I ponder a bit, the information usually comes back to me. He always had the best fruit trees and the prettiest garden. One bit of encouragement still rings in my head. When I would question how to get a nice orchard or a perfect row of beans, he would always say in his old easy-going farmer's drawl "Well....you have to start somewhere." Makes sense...just start. So the new orchard will start tomorrow with a bunch of seedling peach trees!

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