My Peach Pit : A Short Story

Out in the yard of an old married couple, there grew a peach tree that flourished with fruit every year, and every year the routine was the same. When summer arrived, each day the old couple would walk outside to pick the ripest peaches on their tree. Some days, they would walk home proudly with a basket full of ripe peaches, giddy with excitement for what they might bake with their prized fruit. But every once in a while, they would come home with very few peaches, allowing them to solemnly eat their fresh fruit instead of a concocted sweet treat.

Georgia, the peach state. The fourth state that entered the union. In 2010, Georgia had nearly 9.7 million people and ranked ninth in population among the 50 states in 2010. January 2, 1788, Georgia became the fourth state to enter the union. “Wisdom, Justice, and Moderation” is there motto. Atlanta, Georgia, the most place to have landmarks which is their Capital. There song “Georgia on My Mind” The words by Stuart Gorren and music by Hoagie Carmichael. (In 2010) 9,687, 653, now that’s what I call a big state. 0 to 100 miles on the map scale. For the flag, red on top, white in the middle, then red on the bottom, three pillars in front, with ribbon around the pillars, a guard holding a sword, 14 stars around it, then the words “In god we trust”. Brown Thrasher is there state bird, the bird has

Five years ago I never would have seen myself as a college student at Georgia Southern, I knew I would be in college, but why here? I was so young with my entire highschool life in front of me. I knew I wanted to be a nurse, but I had no idea how to get there. College was obviously in my future, but I never would have guessed I would be at Georgia Southern (a party school). I got here three weeks ago and was honestly still not sure I should be at this school. I have always been known as a “good girl”, so what was I doing here? God always has a reason for the things he does though, so I came here ready to see what hHe was going to do with my life. I found a church and have been actively involved since the day I got here. Now I have a bunch

When I was eight years old, I caught a big, long trout, and the feeling of victory made it memorable. Now, I fish every opportunity I have. Furthermore, the beauty of nature is refreshing. The scenery outside is breathtaking. While I was at Christopher Run Campground, located in Mineral Run, Virginia, I awoke to a beautiful, colorful sunrise. In awe, I learned to appreciate the magnificent landscape. I will cherish that enduring moment forever. Also, the peaceful noises of outdoor life are calming. A nearby stream of flowing water made the setting more serene. As I heard the birds chirping and the wind blowing from the sounds of nature, my stress level immediately declined. Lastly, the amount of fun I have is indescribable. Roasting marshmallows are the best part of a campfire. On a summer night in August 2014, my family and I sat by a bonfire devouring our heavenly marshmallows; it is one of the most unforgettable moments of my life. Gooey, chewy, and delicious, these sweet treats make my smile grow wider! Telling scary stories with family and friends is entertaining too. Exchanging spooky tales around a fire is not only a fantastic bonding experience but an amusing

The beauty of not belonging and seclusion from Cane Creek Park create a feeling of wonder and amazement, that makes a person long to go back time after time. The willow trees stand gracefully, and elegantly as they dance around the park and convey positive vibes. There is a dock that contains many mysteries and many unanswered questions. The swing that stands distant from the rest is worn and waits for the next child to find it and to find comfort in it. There is also the rippling water and the curiosities that behold the tree that has been there for ages. It’s beauty is conveyed by the piercing warm sun. This park creates a safe place for those whose mind may be depressed or maybe just lonely, and it comforts those with the allurement of

I brought my plate outside, the patterned china seemingly wet in the sun. I took a bite of my sandwich. The cool veggies managed to dull the heat. The cucumbers crunched in the bread as i took another bite, my mind wondering as I set. I could recall all of the gathering held in this yard, both joyful and somber. Gatherings of celebration and mourning. Each year we would sit In the yard, mixed chatter filling the small clearing. Everyone flocked to the small, one story home. Grandmothers, cousins, uncles, aunts, all alike. Each gathering, the numbers seemed to grow. We would all sit, listening, gathering, and sharing stories of one another. Though it is always nice be reunited family and friends, the empty yard is an entirely separate place. As I finished my sandwich, I looked around, almost an hour had passed. I begun to clean up the spot I was occupying, stacking my dishes and

“Our parents are never just going to let us go to a cemetery! I said.Wait my mom’s grave is there”.I said.You’re right we can tell your aunt that we’re going to see her.”Emily said. DEAL?......DEAL!After school, we ran into the city bus stop, it’s about an hour drive there so we took the bus.When we got out it was pouring down rain.We waited for the bus to leave,then we had to jump the fence because the cemetery was closed.Once we jumped the fence we ran to the mayor’s grave.OH NO!I thought. The coffin was barred.”What are we going to do now?”Emily said.”I have no clue?”I replied in defeat.”I’m so sorry jade!”She said, touching my shoulder.”NO”I said.”What?” She replied confused.”We can’t give up……………. GO GET ME A SHOVEL!”I said.”Whatever you’re thinking...stop!”Emily said worried.”Just go find me one!”I demanded. “ ……….... FINE!” she replied. When she got back, she handed me one shovel and we both

Since the 17th Century the U.S. Botanic Garden has been a symbol of our job to support the fragile life of plants and the fragile life they support. Today there is an even better need to have an understanding of plants and their needs. If people can understand the history of the Botanic Garden and what it stands for then people will be able to grow to understand plants, their jobs, their role in human life, and why plants are important to humans as a whole (About

The reciprocity that I felt with my dad in my backyard has now become strong with the backyard itself. Tasks that my dad had once done, now have become mine and through this, I realized the significance of his creation and its impact on my future. It is here that I can relive a simpler time of my life and forget the stress that comes with life.

California peach farmer David “Mas” Masumoto, did his own experiment with DI and claims that his fruit bursts with flavor. Masumoto told the LA Times, "I realize all these years I've been pumping them up with fertilizer and water to try to get them artificially big."

Waited on hand and foot as he lay in bed, waiting for his life to slip away. But that time was long gone. His sons and their wives were dead. His grandchildren were dead. All except little Alice. And Alice was far too young and vulnerable to let her face his death alone, unaided. So Craig Weathers, who had been born screaming his lungs out on a wintery day in 1938, dug his own grave. He told Alice it was going to be a pit to compost in, he would line it with bricks come springtime and they would compost in it. He spent long hours writing in his journal he planned to leave Alice. Stories of their family. Advice to her. Information on planting, on the open wild land surrounding their farmhouse, on anything and everything he could think of. He asked that she name her firstborn son after his father, James Weathers. He told her over and over again how much he loved her. He wrote stories of her father’s childhood, of his romance of her mother. All these things he told her in his journal, because he could not bear to worry her. He would not tell her until the last possible second.

There was not a vast plantation of fruit baring plants that used to be the custom here, instead the land was cryptic and naked. Only one shred of evidence lies to which proves its historical achievements. Behind walls of hanging willows, lies a peach tree as ripe and as full of life as spring itself.

Have you ever deadlifted a truck? Two summers ago in the month of June I had a great experience of this. One day after I just got done with work I received a call from my friend Cole.

A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight.

In the back of my high school, there was a dirt plot, fenced in, covered in weeds, and it was going to concreted over. I walked past the dirt plot and wondered “Why doesn’t anyone do something with it?” I thought about it on the way home from school and I talked to my friends about it. I told them that I wanted to do something with space, we came up with many things to do with the space before but then I realized that we could use the space for a garden. I remembered that I love gardening, when I was young my mom and I would always garden together, we would have the best time harvesting our plants and we bonded so much over our garden.