It is peach season in Northwest Arkansas, Allison tells me.
And that's sweet because it's peach season here, too!
The strawberries became darker and cushier until they disappeared from fruit stands altogether, where they were quickly replaced by cherries. I skipped cherry season. My kids don't eat them, and I'm too spoiled by the Michigan cherries of my youth.
And now the peaches are here. So we drove up the mountain yesterday to pick, pare, and grill peaches until our skin itched from briars and bugs and our clothes were caked with the sweat of the mountain. It surely is peach season once again.