Today I was not going to eat the last peach from my tree. I was going to eat the second to last peach. But the second to last peach had an earwig in it. So I ate the last peach.
Goodbye friends, you were there every morning when I woke up and every night when I got home late. You will be longed for.
Until next year, peaches.
P.S. It's true, I debated titling this post Eat a Peach. But it didn't quite fit. So my Six Feet Under homies are just going to need to know that yes, every time I ate a peach off my tree I was indeed thinking of Eat a Peach, thus increasing my satisfaction with every sweet bite.
P.P.S. Six Feet Under is my favorite show of all time. Of all time.