Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
The first thing that comes to mind is the ripe peach my Uncle Lyman handed me oh, so many years ago, picked right off a tree in his orchard. It wasn’t like the picture-perfect peaches you see in your produce department. It was an old-fashioned peach. Biting into it was pure pleasure. The juices ran down my chin and onto my blouse. Each bite was like fireworks going off on my tongue. I have never tasted any other peach so heavenly, juicy, bursting with flavor. A wonderful memory. Uncle Lyman’s son is running the orchards now. If you ever get a chance, try a fresh-picked Colorado peach!