I don't know why, but I love peaches.  I always get sad when peach season comes to a close.

I had a refrigerator full of peaches before I left on my cruise last week.  I ate them before I left so they wouldn't spoil.

I came back and the shelves of the super-market are now devoid of them.  It was a shock and I am sad.

Peaches, peaches, I want peaches!

You are out of luck! 

Try canned peaches.

I feel Your pain.

Had the pleasure of living on a Farm with a small Peach grove, when those Peaches were ripe oooooomg!

What?  Nobody's gonna say "I got a peach for ya, right here...?"

Cowards.............

i'm just gonna sing this song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Cs8G_mY8jE

I feel your pain.

During my youth, summers were spent working in a peach cannery on the night shift. Huge trucks would pull up loaded with huge bins which were in turn loaded to the top with huge peaches which dumped into a vat of fresh water and then up a conveyor belt into the factory. They were delicious and always picked at their sweetest. I never tired of eating peaches on the job and still love them to this day.

On the 30-minute drive home, with a beautiful coworker, we used to watch the most spectacular sunrises. Eventually we started eating peaches together, if you get my drift.

While forking filled, hot cans (loading them onto pallets using a bar with teeth exactly one-can width apart) I memorized The Bear, a poem by Galway Kinnell, who died recently. I tried to read Ulysses by James Joyce, but it made no sense to me. I tried years later, again without luck. About a decade later I heard Ulysses read aloud and loved it.

Cannery work is hard work and inside the plant was quite warm. Some years I worked inside, some out. It gave me some of the fondest memories of my life.