Yesterday the weather was perfect for picking peaches. The unseasonably warm weather is forecast to abruptly end. I’m not sure how I get caught off guard every year, but I get lulled into a sense of never ending autumn. Reality hits me with cold, rainy winds every fall. The peaches ripened late this year, one tree has been picked, nine more trees to go. The peaches are small but unbelievably delicious. For years we’ve heard that peaches don’t grow in Iowa. The same rhetoric deafened us in Illinois. Fortunately we’re too stupid to listen.