2021 will go down in history as the year I experienced The Peach Truck. Last year my daughter-in-law and her mom talked about The Peach Truck. I had never heard of it. It sounded like some fly-by-night enterprise. I had a vision of someone opening the trunk of a car and glancing around under a streetlight. My daughter-in-law pulling out cash for some black market peaches. They came home with a lot of peaches and didn’t get arrested. I was intrigued. This year, I was asked to join the pilgrimage, or at least share in the bounty.
The peaches arrived on a certain date, and when I picked up my half of an order I was surprised. It was a lot of peaches. I mean A LOT of peaches. We ate peaches twice or three times a day. I made peach cobbler. I cut them up with cool whip. Ate them with the flaming turkey wings from last Thanksgiving and with leftover Valentine’s Day candy. We ate them grilled with yogurt. We packed them in lunches. Yes, we ate a lot of peaches. They were delicious actually, and I would like to order again. But the real upshot of this peach extravaganza was a long forgotten song that stuck in my head. Some of you oldsters and even not oldsters may remember the peach song. It goes like this:
Movin to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches…
Movin to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches….
And so on. But I don’t remember any more of it. I have been singing that song constantly. I finally looked it up and found that it’s by a group called The Presidents of the United States of America and it has a debatable meaning. Apparently some people think peaches aren’t what I got from The Peach Truck. It would seem I have quite possibly been singing about something that is a sexual double entendre. Nobody is sure. The video doesn’t help, it’s just weird. Ninjas are fighting with the band in a peach orchard. I’m not sure what that has to do with peaches. Doesn’t matter, I’m still singing it. Chester thinks it’s funny.
John and I went to Holden Arboretum to walk Chester. Holden has this event where the staff (or someone) decorates “fairy doors” and kids try to find them. Victor and Grammie found something like 15. John and Chester and I were hopelessly pathetic. We honestly found none for the first half hour. Then we saw a couple of teens with blue hair and followed them. They found two so we walked behind and took credit for those. Here is one:
The other one, well, it is interesting. I’m not sure if it’s really a door or how the fairies would get into the house except to slide down it. I’m not sure what it is to be honest. See what you think:
Now those of you seeing a fairy door, you are good people. The rest of you…well I will just leave it unsaid.
Speaking of mushrooms, we have a bumper crop. After all, it has rained for 40 days and 40 nights and John is out there building an ark. The mushrooms are beautiful. I took some pictures and I don’t think there is any way anyone can see these as a sexual reference. Who am I kidding, if there is one thing Americans are good at it is making anything a sexual reference. See below:
Lastly while walking Chester I have taken the peach song and tried to make a doggie song. I was wishing I could take Chester back to the office with me. Here it is:
Running round the office, gonna meet a lot of people…
That’s as far as I got. So maybe you’ll get a doggie song next post. Until then, I’ll be hibernating on the couch watching the Olympics. Might have to get some more peaches too. I think the peach truck delivers..