Dripping down my chin, sticky fingers from sweet free-flowing juice and a bliss smile stretched across my face. Yes, this was my first taste of a truly sun-ripened summertime peach. My father had purchased a big box from a gentlemen passing through our remote mountainous town in northern New Mexico. I had never seen such big, plump peaches in all my life…much less an entire box full. It was a warm day on our small porch of which I left sweet droplets of peach for the sun to dissolve.