My friend Rod’s public peach trees have blushing fruit on them. I saw them when I was at the park today while Traveling at the Speed of Bike. They stand on the edge of a field that the city is planning on turning into an “open play field.”
Already filled with grass and nitrogen-enhancing clover, anyone can already come to this field anytime they want and play a game of tag, or toss a frisbee, or fly a kite, or pick a dandelion puff and make a wish — and soon, eat a peach. So I’m not exactly sure why money and time and effort needs to be made to turn it into the casual field it already is. But who am I to question.