The smell of ripe, sweet peaches has consumed our home over the last few days. Boy they smell good! I know this winter finding a fresh, sweet, ripe peach will be practically impossible. Unless, I go to Georgia, which doesn’t sound like a bad idea. Sometimes I think I was reincarnated and my first life was lived in the South.
Particularly in the cold winter months I long for the warm weather and the southern hospitality, among all the other things the South has to offer. I don’t get to there as often as I’d like so I have to find other ways to rekindle the South in my mind. Sometimes it’s by leafing through Southern Living magazine, or in this case, it’s by making homemade peach jam to enjoy when it’s cold and blustery here at home and I’m wishing I was there.