Making sexy time for peaches

Making sexy time for peaches

The problem with being a groovy urban peach is that on the seventh floor, you miss your chances for wild dating. The pollinating bees that are meant to come and rustle about in your blossoms just don't think to come up that far.

Bees rustling up blossoms

No bees may mean no fruitfulness, no peaches for summer. So my sister's new balcony peach tree got to spent a day hanging out with a lovely white bush in my back garden, one already popular with the bees. I sent mine out too, just for company of course - a first floor balcony pulls the bees no trouble.

White butterfly with white blossoms, playing hide and seek
Dog walking has been a rich source of single urban mingling, but I'm thinking, from now, productive balcony gardens might open up a whole new field of neighbourly connection.