Peaches

My breakfast bowl sits empty on the counter
Canadian summer
Fresh fruit in abundance
Peaches

Ah the memories
Driving to Shakespeare
To the peach place
‘Fox’s’ I think
With Dad
Speeding along in our ’53 Studebaker
His dream of a sports car
Overwhelming scent as we enter the store
And then in the car as we travel home
Laughing around the kitchen table
Juice dripping off my chin
And more peaches lining the kitchen counter
Ripening just so
For the canning process
Steam filling the room
And that scent
The aroma of preparation
For the coming months of cold

But for now
Again this morning
Peaches
Peaches served with memories