"You really CAN smell them!" you call to your guide, "I thought that was a myth!"

"Oh yes," he calls back, "One of the perks of living right in the middle of the grove!" The old man walks with a cane in halting steps, but the light shines from his face when he talks. He picks a peach off a branch, nearly grapefruit-size, and cuts a section out with his pocket knife. The juice drips down his leathery hands as he hands the piece to you.

You slip it into your mouth and are astounded that something so magical could grow naturally from the earth.

"Do you have a guest room?" You ask, hopefully.

Stay peachy keen with this featherlight chevron infinity.