The earth moved. I think it's from all the peaches. How, you ask? I don't know. I'm just damn sick of peaches.
There are 12 of them. Local Philly people, let me know if you want them, otherwise they go to work. Some are smooth and shiny, others are fuzzy. All of them are peaches.
Potatoes.
Peppers.
Onions.
Tomatoes. All sorts.
Red Chard.
